And I'm quite sure you would've
Loved it, Ma.
I'm sure you would've stopped
To gaze at the blood red sun,
Embracing the sea.
I'm sure you would've closed your
Eyes to listen to the cuckoo sing.
I'm sure you would've loved how
The grass seems much greener
After all this rain.
I'm sure you would've sat there
Looking at the flowers.
And I'm sure you would've laughed
At me, Ma.
To be crying on such a beautiful day.
But you're busy sleeping
In the coffin, Ma.
Why don't you wake up
To see how beautiful the day is?
It's surely not a good day
To spend sleeping.
Why don't you wake up, Ma?
YOU ARE READING
unsaid
Poetry'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
