Momma momma, I need you near
Dont you brush that silent tear
Home is physical, yet so emotional
I need you near, I need your devotional,
Devotions developed deep,
And sweet smiles and sadness creep
From a need of holding and gathering sheep
Your so keen to the withering sleep
Your eyes keep you up, waiting for the solar light
And your dreams keep bleeding for a tiring night
And Your head swells for silvering days
While your mind stays young while blossoms play.
Blooming for all of glory's prayer
While young ones just stand and stare
You seem to have nothing but admiration,
But we have seen stormy frustrations.
But even when grey darkens your skies,
We have never said our final goodbyes
For we love you mom, all of you.
And your the best momma in the world, and that's forever true.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
