Mother
Mother, for I wanted to be your dream
For I wanted to rhyme every word you never uttered
For I wanted to scream in your silent voice
Mother, for I could not.
For all my dreams I dreamt on my own of which you were not a part
For all those bruises of battles I lost inspite of you
For every land of tears I discovered without you
Mother, I author for you.
For I wanted to rhyme every word you never uttered
For I wanted to scream in your silent voice
Mother, for I could not.
For all my dreams I dreamt on my own of which you were not a part
For all those bruises of battles I lost inspite of you
For every land of tears I discovered without you
Mother, I author for you.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anonymous |
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1 Comments:
that's a marvellous ideas expressed.
i appreciate esp'lly the way it ended up for an author who really has made many unborn words to find space in every between lines.
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