A Mother's Anguish
In bed she sat,
with death by her side.
Fighting to overcome the reaper,
but with no luck on her sid.
She thought of childhood,
with roses and glee.
Of happiness of family,
and the missing of me.
She thought of laughs, of friends,
and tears,
lost times, lost dreams,
and the thoughts of her old fears.
But once again, my littles girl,
didn't take death to the end.
But instead took death to the water,
to show it, it's own end
Reason for writing:
My teacher inspired me to submit it.
Birth sign: Not entered
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