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
.Spring is one of the conventional temperature season,preceding summer and following winter,it means rebirth and renewal..
I wrote this poem when the person who I thought was the love of my life left. I couldn't get her out of my head, so I wrote.
The poem on its reading brings into light the future of the earth but it can also be read as the loneliness that a person faces along with the difficulties of the world..