Maybe you are my guardian angel;
or maybe you are simply my mother.
Your heart always so gentle,
the purest form than any other.
As if I am your physical beating heart,
and you are the unbreakable ribs,
I have never known a more protective guard,
since the time I was sleeping in the crib.
I was seven when you could no longer hide,
the first of many times I would witness,
how broken you really were inside,
Mummy's never shown her weakness...
I was seven when I had to force you to eat,
cover you with blankets when you fell asleep,
and wipe the tears from your cheeks.
That's when I learned that it was okay to weep.
You continue to carry me forward
despite the added weight on my shoulders;
You make sure I'm armoured,
should I ever falter.
There is not enough metaphors,
to adequately describe you.
No amount of words in a bookstore
can describe your value.
It's been you and I for a while now,
We have put each other back together;
So take this as my final vow,
I promise to fix you forever.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
Maybe you are my guardian angel;
or maybe you are simply my mother.
Your heart always so gentle,
the purest form than any other.
As if I am your physical beating heart,
and you are the unbreakable ribs,
I have never known a more protective guard,
since the time I was sleeping in the crib.
I was seven when you could no longer hide,
the first of many times I would witness,
how broken you really were inside,
Mummy's never shown her weakness...
I was seven when I had to force you to eat,
cover you with blankets when you fell asleep,
and wipe the tears from your cheeks.
That's when I learned that it was okay to weep.
You continue to carry me forward
despite the added weight on my shoulders;
You make sure I'm armoured,
should I ever falter.
There is not enough metaphors,
to adequately describe you.
No amount of words in a bookstore
can describe your value.
It's been you and I for a while now,
We have put each other back together;
So take this as my final vow,
I promise to fix you forever.
