Saturday, October 10, 2015

Ma

Like a thousand thorns
Pierced into my heart
It bleeds my eyes

I see a serene face
That gave me life

Her awe, her glory
A gift of love

How perfect those moments are
Her breath and skin
Smell of milk
And cinnamon
Contemplating my every move

Ever so I wonder
Under the eye

I call her Ma

Honey she is to me
So sweet are her kisses
Never in my life
So broken so shattered so instituted in pain
So helpless

And I yearn for a happier day

To see her smile
But I see her

Slowly fade away
fade away

fade away

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