as my mom stayed up all night
sewing my clothes and my wounds
each stitches has showed me each feeling
her kindness and love can't be replace and describe
her shadow is very much motherly
sewing my clothes and my wounds
each stitches has showed me each feeling
her kindness and love can't be replace and describe
her shadow is very much motherly
As I look at it
I'd begun to realize
How I mistreated her now and then
All she gave me is love
The love that is so pure
I'd begun to realize
How I mistreated her now and then
All she gave me is love
The love that is so pure
that nothing in the world could compare to
I am filled with sorrows and regrets
I'd just could end my life there
but this is the life she gave to me
Now I hold dear to it
and live only for her
I am filled with sorrows and regrets
I'd just could end my life there
but this is the life she gave to me
Now I hold dear to it
and live only for her
1 comment:
Wow, I liked the first verse of your poem. Showed a true passion deep inside.
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