"Look up towards the sky." A mother said to her boy.
"For if you look closely, you may find true joy."
So he looked and he looked,
Every passing day.
But without imagination,
There wouldn't be a way.
So he thought, and he thought,
Of joy in the sky.
But his mother was ill,
And he didn't know why.
There was no way to cure her,
She was far too sick.
"At any given her moment," The doctor said,
"Her heart will cease, and your mom will be dead."
But he couldn't stop looking,
It gave him true hope.
Stopped him from falling.
Stopped falling and mope.
But he looked in anger at the sky,
His mother was dead,
And he questioned them, WHY?!
As he searched for the joy,
His heart began to cry.
His mother was up there.
Watching with her ocean blue eyes.
And she told him....
"My darling boy, do not cry,
I am still with you, still here,
Just up in the sky.
Do not shed a tear.
If you ever need joy,
Or just a small smile,
My baby, I'll be here,
For quite the long while.
Just don't give up now,
Go the rest of the mile."
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My Original Poetry
PoetryHey, there!! I have been writing poetry since I was little. I realized that I have never posted any of it kind of scared of judgement. Some are suicidal from really bad times in my life. Some are happy from the best way times I will ever experience...
