To mother

I love you mother


Tender and quiet,

Also affectionate and caring,

Still she subsists as my innate voice,

Something more than just that,

A guide in my daily life,

A spark of hope,

My reason to go on,

An influence to my actions,

But should I stay wondering why?

Why did she had to sacrfice herself for love?

Sacrifice herself for her children,

Enduring in a war of words,

A family hostility,

That evolved into violence,

And concluded as a poison in our lives,

Which teared the family a part,

And so I will always ask,


The End

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