How can you speak of peace
When one does not see it
While dream on open eyes
Of hope,that has stage fright
Weary feet continue onward
As sun roast unmerciless
swear blur sight,moist her lips
Holding tight her baby boy
Smile began to unveil
That all trails endure
would begat an enriched posterity
Toward that boy walk in life
Anguish was worth that pain
His smile ensure, given a mother strength
Want to surrender goes whiter rapid
Devotion moves on those scar feet
Author notes
To the many moms out their on their own.Still work hard to persude a greater life for her family.This poem is not done,just tip of the reason why I wrote it.
Be honest, how did you feel about this?
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Not enough real men out there....
our society has seeped in to the realm
of sixes and nines....
very good.
Bless you,
Liam
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Thank you Lowell.
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my mom is single mom trying to raise me and work 50 hour weeks. it kills me to see her work so hard. *sigh* it was a sad but beautiful poem. great job, hoho.
*hugs* tay.
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Rain, thanks for reading this
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This is very sad and sweet at the same time. Your wording is profound I love the way you wrote this!! Its pretty powerful. This is an excellent write. LOVE IT!!
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Thank you.It a jewel that you comment on my work.
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