Mother is not a word but a Story itself.. .not just a person but a whole world in herself
The most beautiful lady gave me a hug tight,
There was a flow of energy in her that let me stand and fight
That day Was special for me because she was there
I smiled and She kissed and the things those were gone were my fear
She was like the music of soule,
A story at it's whole
She was the chosen one to take me to the world
She was the chosen one to teach me how to hold
I still remember that was her only bite she gave me
I still remember that was her only life she gave me
She wanted to see me standing on Side that is right
The most beautiful lady gave me a hug tight
There was a Flow of energy in her That let me stand and fight
.A man cannot see himself in others. Therefore, his rage burns up his heart.
My first poetry reflecting on the sorry state of affairs surrounding us and the society. We have lost morality and hence there is an urgent need to reform ourselves..
As seen from above, the prairie is but a tiny patch of land where the house is just a dot among other dots. It is actually a trailer which is home - a home - to two selfless individuals with whom I have common ancestry, if not blood ties.