In my midst Poetry

My mothers compassion

It is defined as one of the greatest love.
It is a substantial source of my life.
Even the existence is not yet there.
Love and excitement are jumping.

The little creature becomes her world.
Her devotion makes me live.
Life or death will be given for my sake.
The notion she stands from that moment is all mine.

Everything that includes me is exceptional.
Nothing but the best is the dream and want for the little one.
She is strong and courageous in any form for me.
Regardless, the protection is never-ending.

When the time comes, growing up becomes a huge deal.
Shifting of character and attitude become a concern.
I  begin to live according to my will.
That compassion that mold me we're forgotten.

Circumstances may come, and shes my home that I can run.
Even I made a big mistake she'll always be the first one to understand.
I may leave her, but she will never consider doing the same.
Probably without her, my life will be a big mess.

Evend I  don't deserve to be love.
That woman will always have a reason because I'm her precious.