She risked a life
To see a bundle of joy
Someone to share hearts
To wait for a flower to bloom
Every moment was wasted
For a seed to grow
Traded a flower for a life
For never did I know
But for all, one makes it count
A drop of water in falling petals
For to see me, mother
I asked a question without an answer
A lock without a key
Less did know it was unlocked
Every drop of water to a seed maybe never to grow
And less did I know, every moment was used
Hand to hand
A flower for a life
A seed not to be wasted.
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A Mother's Will
PoetryA collection of poems dedicated to my mother to show my love I share to my parents but most entirely about the struggle of moms for us.
