Mama, I always see you at your garden,
Taking care of those plants.
They started as seeds buried into the ground, waiting for you to water them.
With every droplet, they grew.
And each passing day, they bloomed into vibrant arrays of colors.
They were so different, Mama
Yet beautiful in their own way.
You cared for them more than you cared for yourself.
So what happened, Mama?
When creepers started sprouting up from the ground and out of nowhere,
Growing taller and taller as time passed by, blocking the façade of what used to be a lovely home.
What happened, Mama?
What used to be a place full of life and colors faded into a series of black and grey.
When the reds of the roses turned into blood,
Staining the white dress you always wear,
Reminding you of how something pure and innocent can be tainted.
So, what happened, Mama?
Was it because you forgot to water your plants one time, leaving them droughty?
Or was it because you watered them too much they forgot what being thirsty felt like?
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sorry for the errors and grammar mistakes. :3
