As the 4 year old stared at me,
With gray eyes I'll know in a crowd,
She asked, "Dad, how was my mom?"
With all too a familiar pout.
I picked her up to set her on bed,
And said, "She was the best.
She worked her life for you and me,
Before she went to rest."
"She used to write poems dad?"
My kid asked with grey eyes wide.
"Yes,she did." Oh how could I say,
How well her mother could write.
"Was she pretty?" She asked, so eager.
"Well" I answered with a smile.
"She was the second most beautiful woman
I've ever seen in life.
"She had gray eyes, and long black hair
In the light it used to shine.
And when she hummed her songs for me.
Lord, her voice was divine."
My kid's eyes shone so bright.
"Tell me more!" She said to me.
"Well you see, she loved to fight.
Right or wrong? Let it be."
"She used to tell me before she left
To take care of our princess."
With that I tucked her to bed,
And a goodnight kiss I pressed.
Exiting the room, I heard her voice,
"I love you mom and dad."
And I thanked my Queen who was here somewhere,
For the moment I was lucky and glad.
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PoetryStupidoscope is a collection of my weirdly stupid poems. They are written with no thoughts whatsoever. If you still like them. Let me know. And if you don't then please please definitely let me know.
