Scribbles of a jaded Mind

One and Only

The burning fire,

The fading pier,

Took away the only piece

Of her desire.

Her comfortable cocoon,

Got snatched so soon;

And reality crashed,

Leaving her all scared.

Her heart tore,

Leaving everything sore;

But her eyes stood still,

As tears could never heal.

She looked at her kids,

And it strengthened her grit;

To protect them,

Till her last heart beat.

She fought hard

To fulfill every need

And make them stand

In their own feet.

She helped them grow,

Into fine human beings;

But still holds sticks,

To give them a fix.

Her eyes glisten today

With silent tears,

For that missed love

And not of fear.

She is the strength,

Behind our every breath;

As she is none other,

Than our loving, dangerous mother.

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This poem was dedicated to my mom.