A glowing soul drifting along an unlit hole,
Ardent in hopes of playing the perfection to her role,
A mother to six, flaws forever to fix,
Sleepless nights and sacred sacrifices endlessly she's blessed with,
The reward in return to her selfless devotion.
A solution of her ceaselessly dripping droplets
Of emotions and perspiration accumulated
Could drown an ocean of worries, irrational insecurities and persistent fears altogether.
Beneath whose feet lies heaven
The comfort of her children her only concern,
Blazing flames of fearless determination dancing in her eyes,
Passion profound and boundless within her heart, if set free, would reach the skies,
She's burning every sunrise,
Softening and weakening under the rising heat,
A longing for her children to shine under her light the only motive,
Those eyes would not rest,
Not until what her children taste is what is best.
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A poem written about my mother, 'cause no strength could succeed that within her by _adeadpoet_
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