Bittersweet

Thu, 04/10/2014 - 19:24 -- Lena

Mother, I am sorry -- what can I do?

Sadness sweeps over me as I look at you.

Don't sit there and cry, Mother; the yelps from your heart

Are screaming out in silence towards us in parts.

I hear that It's burdening -- I know, Mother.

Your burdens, your battles push us to fight further.

Your words and lessons speak to us like songs

That teach us the difference from right and wrong.

Oh, Mother! Since when did your hair become so gray?

Since when did wrinkles ever come your way?

Oh, I promise, one day, I will bring you back

All the memories and fun that you had lacked

During your childhood and years of raising us

And I swear we appreciate it all and thus,

When we grow up and become old,

We will never forget the lessons you told.

Don't sit there and cry, Mother, it's hurting my heart.

Let us get up and begin our fresh, new start.

 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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