The garden is blooming with life
A young boy is by is mothers side
They stare at flowers abloom
They'll be gone so soon
The boy picks one up
The mother smiles and pulls him in for a hug
She twirls the flower in her hand
The mother puts the flower in a pot
Colored with poka-dots
The flower wilts
All is still
The next time the boy visits the garden
his mother is no more
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Hamilton Poetry
PoetryHello there Your new here? I see, welcome. Come in, sit down. -throws all the Hamilton characters biographies at you- Know this guy? Your in for a ride Full of bad poems! I'm making a Hamilton Poetry book. This is going to be Fun!
