Mother

Thu, 10/25/2018 - 23:59 -- jazb

A book unread, page by page

springs to life. A memory.

A flower blossoming. Scorched by the sun in the day,

the trees,

tucked in bed at night.

Ripped. Blood-stained. Death.

You are by my side.

An eternal soul of love.

never

thanked enough.

This poem is about: 
My family

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