For the woman I love the most; my mom.
Woman full of dreams
Sweet and soft as cream
Pure white like free dove
Showering me with love
Serving me with care
She willingly dare
Tear drops, she will wipe
Calms me using pipe
Expensive as gold
Beauty that could fold
Warm long hands chain me
Tightly, embraced me
YOU ARE READING
Letters for all I've loved before
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems; I already wrote and I will write. Collection of poems that subjects those people I've loved, mourned or even missed.
