What is the sweetest fruit?
It's the tall glass of strawberry lemonade
On a hot summers day
Her voice is the juice spilling through,
The nectar of which nurtures
***** to cheek- she fed me the lessons of life
Influenced by all that she is what a sensation,
The sweetest fruit is that of her love she bestowed.
What is the brightest light?
When we're roaming around headless
It's the North Star, guiding us in the night
The flash of a light at the end of
our very very long tunnel
She is the Rose that grows in the cracks of the streets, she is my Queen, she is my Creator
The Goddess that gave me breath--
The brightest star is the Sun that rests in the Sky
Shining and giving us vitamins that
we need to survive.
What is heartache?
It's when we're having a bad day and
we want to call her to vent
but she's not on the other end.
It's waking up every morning
Thinking she'll be there,
Staring into the ceiling with a heavy sorrow
Laying in our chest because life isn't fair.
It's 3 years gone by and there's days when we
can't help but feel like ending it all to be with her.
Heartache is the loss of a true Angel,
but having to live every day waiting
Its every year gathering for her birthday blowing out the candles in hopes to see her again.
- M.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
What is the sweetest fruit?
It's the tall glass of strawberry lemonade
On a hot summers day
Her voice is the juice spilling through,
The nectar of which nurtures
***** to cheek- she fed me the lessons of life
Influenced by all that she is what a sensation,
The sweetest fruit is that of her love she bestowed.
What is the brightest light?
When we're roaming around headless
It's the North Star, guiding us in the night
The flash of a light at the end of
our very very long tunnel
She is the Rose that grows in the cracks of the streets, she is my Queen, she is my Creator
The Goddess that gave me breath--
The brightest star is the Sun that rests in the Sky
Shining and giving us vitamins that
we need to survive.
What is heartache?
It's when we're having a bad day and
we want to call her to vent
but she's not on the other end.
It's waking up every morning
Thinking she'll be there,
Staring into the ceiling with a heavy sorrow
Laying in our chest because life isn't fair.
It's 3 years gone by and there's days when we
can't help but feel like ending it all to be with her.
Heartache is the loss of a true Angel,
but having to live every day waiting
Its every year gathering for her birthday blowing out the candles in hopes to see her again.
- M.
This is a poem for my mother, may she rest in peace.
