IT'S HER
I shouted, I screamed
You're the worst person
I've ever seen.
But is it really true?
'Cause she was the one
Protecting me from all my blues.
She grieved in times I was in pain
Emerging as a canopy when I was drenched in rain
She gave her all, never expecting favor in return
Came up as an ointment to my little scars
While her own bruises burn.
Suppressing her desires, she chose to cradle mine
Parting with her own light and cheering me to shine
I glanced at her reflection with a curious thought
Wondering of the battles she encountered and silently fought
Shielding me from the darkest depths of the outer world
Trading her happiness as a mortgage so that mine can be bought.
Indeed exists a human, selfless as no other
With a serene and lucid face, I identify her as my mother.
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A wonderful and passionate dedication to a loving mother who sacrificed for them, A powerful read
Love it
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