The new year,
Makes me believe,
I can,
Buy new flowers,
For my moms garden,
Out back.
I water them,
Every day,
Every night.
And when I cannot,
Water those flowers,
I water a different one,
And I tell her,
Of her beauty and magnificence,
Every day,
Every night.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
