The joy of a Mother, as she watch the
Eyes of her child that joyfully
Sings the old saying of love, it's a
Song that never fades, lits up the darkness
In time it will never replaced the joy
Eternally carved in the heart of her child
Pain, the mother suffers to safely deliver her child
In this world, to see it's beauty and to create
Memories as her child grows, and to hear by her
Ear the laughter of an angel that brings life to her
Native land, by the angel in the form of her child.
Tears from her child, breaks the mother. The
Effort she exerts to bring back the smile. What a
Lovely sight! To see her child in full blossom AGAIN..
A/N:
There's a secret message in it, guess what?
xoxo
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The Past
PoetryI lost my Mom at 15 on Valentines day I lost my Dad at 21 on Christmas eve Not seeking any sympathy just pure therapy. Ever wonder what it's like to be looking in the sky and be there in the actual moment? I badly wanted to be there, not just lookin...
