Love of hers I had known and touched Even from innocence, even from the start Guardianship she showed - perpetual like the sun Oh passionate mother, I couldn't find another one Anguish she clasped had begun from me Through her warm embrace, I grow wholesomely Whenever time chides, she's always there Gives a tranquil rationale when life isn't fair For years she carried this caustic deadweight Before she had received the prize to give But she could barely get - hope it's not too late For time slowly seized her power to live And the time had come she passed away For the agonies she suffered, didn't able to repay Idle is my fortune, vain is my prize Nobody to offer to - but a cold demise
Reason for writing:
Love your mom before it's too late.
Birth sign: Leo
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