I told my mother with angry tears,
that I've had enough,
He's a man with little means,
With him, life would always be tough,
I told her that my father gave her everything,
and that she can never understand,
to ignore your desires,
for just another meal, how hard it is to withstand,
My mother smiled and spoke,
with eyes dripping with sadness,
that beneath the platter of luxuries,
I never realized the lurking blandness,
She said my father never for once said,
Or showed her at any instance,
that maybe he loved her immensely,
or that maybe he was glad for her existence,
And as my husband came home,
drenched in rain, in his worn out coat,
and gave me a bouquet of fresh sunflowers,
ungrateful tears blocked my throat,
Because I knew he walked all the way home,
saving the bus fare to get me these priceless flowers,
And in that moment I realized,
I was actually the richest woman, in the poor little world of ours.
-A/N uh yeah, another update, hehe.
Appreciate love, however little it is.
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