My first love,
Friend,
An imperfect but curious listener;
I see the Heavens clapping in appreciation for the goddess she is.
What a courageous creation?!
A good look at her old pictures kept a rush of emotions coming in;
Old enough to tell the difference between defeat and courage,
I prevented the gathered liquor in my eyes from getting me drunk in sorrow.
The loss in weight, beauty and meekness somehow serves as a source of fuel for my hardwork;
Embarking on a journey to put a genuine smile on her face again,
The diminishing accessory that causes her fading beauty.
Her ageing running faster than time,
Reminds me of the little time I have to make her proud.
Pardon me for my unavailability, over seriousness and unfriendliness,
Someone most likely needs me more.
A good steer at her flattened face,
her ageing breasts in an old underwear leaves me sad but not weary.
She looks straight into my eyes,
with no words spoken,
but I hear every word.
Her eyes tell me hope,
In the midst of fears and a weakened strenght,
And it is up to me.
Never!
Never!
Never! Will it be recorded that I ever gave up,
because if I did,
where will her genuine smile lie?
On her face?
Friend,
An imperfect but curious listener;
I see the Heavens clapping in appreciation for the goddess she is.
What a courageous creation?!
A good look at her old pictures kept a rush of emotions coming in;
Old enough to tell the difference between defeat and courage,
I prevented the gathered liquor in my eyes from getting me drunk in sorrow.
The loss in weight, beauty and meekness somehow serves as a source of fuel for my hardwork;
Embarking on a journey to put a genuine smile on her face again,
The diminishing accessory that causes her fading beauty.
Her ageing running faster than time,
Reminds me of the little time I have to make her proud.
Pardon me for my unavailability, over seriousness and unfriendliness,
Someone most likely needs me more.
A good steer at her flattened face,
her ageing breasts in an old underwear leaves me sad but not weary.
She looks straight into my eyes,
with no words spoken,
but I hear every word.
Her eyes tell me hope,
In the midst of fears and a weakened strenght,
And it is up to me.
Never!
Never!
Never! Will it be recorded that I ever gave up,
because if I did,
where will her genuine smile lie?
On her face?
We need to always be reminded that we are our parents only hope. We must never let them down.Many who have their mother as a single parent would connect more I believe and those who feel they owe their parents a worth while living.
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