Within the warm ***** grows
A child no one yet knows.
But she gives them love regardless,
Not needing words to give her bliss-
A mother and child.
Within the warm house grows
A child first using their toes.
And she cant help but cry in glee,
She never knew she was so motherly-
A mother and child.
The warmed house slowly grows colder,
The small child now older and bolder.
She's challenged by them over small things,
The love they have now paired with a sting-
A mother and child.
The once warm house now devoid
Sits in the darkness of isolation.
But a motherly spirit can't be destroyed,
Even if we must let go of our creations-
The mother then smiled.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Within the warm ***** grows
A child no one yet knows.
But she gives them love regardless,
Not needing words to give her bliss-
A mother and child.
Within the warm house grows
A child first using their toes.
And she cant help but cry in glee,
She never knew she was so motherly-
A mother and child.
The warmed house slowly grows colder,
The small child now older and bolder.
She's challenged by them over small things,
The love they have now paired with a sting-
A mother and child.
The once warm house now devoid
Sits in the darkness of isolation.
But a motherly spirit can't be destroyed,
Even if we must let go of our creations-
The mother then smiled.
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