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.
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