If you stop doing the things you love, you will stop finding love in the things you do.
love
My Mom
This poem is dedicated to all the mothers out there who do not set the right example for their children. Your daughters follow your example to a T so please do your best to raise them right. Out of love and nothing else.
MY MOM
Is the best mom
The way she teaches me.
We skip
We laugh
We screw around
We play on day after day.
Tomorrow's the day
She'll be back at a job
Says she won't be able to play.
That's ok
Mommy will be back.
Like the laundry grandma does
It's a cycle on repeat
Day after day.
A wretched mean boss
Puts mom up for loss
Similar to the way
Dad gave her away.
That silly mean boy
Never treats me right
Mommy says like a plight
Day after day.
That's ok!
Mommy says out loud,
We'll just have fun
Shrug them all off
And play with a scoff
As we turn our backs
Day after day.
An Incomplete Book
I sit in silence
basking in a revelation
which does not belong to me.
Yearning for the love
which is unbeknownst to you,
but looms on me,
like a dark cloud on a stormy day.
An aura of beauty not for the blind eye,
but a piercing blade through my heart.
How little this book is written
in languages that will not mix,
but a fervent desire to learn you and write you,
even if for only one chapter.
