My mother never got to live
Even when she was filled with talents
And dreams
But only at eighteen
She had a kid
And a big house to clean
A family waiting for lunch
So of school she has to drop
And her dreams turned into six kids
And a sponge to clean dishes
But she wasn't allowed to complain
Or to say this isn't fair
She looked at life through her child
The one that eventually left her side
And so she waited
On that porch again
Every morning
For her health to come back
So she can sew that dress
And paint on glass
Or do some gymnastics
Like she once did
Before she has to give it all up
So we can live a happy life
The one she never got to live
In her father's house
And between her mother's eyes
My mother didn't live
But she become the universe
The earth and the land
And the whole life
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Seasons
PoetryA collection of poems about the seasons of life. A poem about the seasons my heart gone through. A poem about the feelings you left in me. A poem about the goodbyes I could never say. A poem about feelings the tongue couldn't say. About all the f...
