Dear Mother

Dear Mother,

O' what beauties in bloom

Gingerly sepal embrace

A life in its youth 

Virginal colors stem

From soiling truth

Dear Mother,

Creatures, gross they be

Inadequate vims

Do spoil their leaves

Lost all their petals

From being naive

Dear Mother, 

Your strokes must've curved

For those bodies you made

Are not but pure

Etched with distain

From pain of demur

Dear Mother,

Mere penniless man

Void cordial chest 

Holds the emptiest hands

Yet rich he believes

He takes and demands

Dear Mother,

Vile lips speak calumny

Reeking sought havoc

Numb to what they see

Creations drawn to war

Only wanting calamity

Dear Mother,

You let these weeds flourish

And cede for their whim

But life not be cherished

Forth they proceed

Without giving their earnest

Dear Mother,

Courteous to their souls

In love, entrust life

For humans do condole

Let be a lesson learned

To bring us back our roles

Dear Mother,

Yours truly, your believer,

Yours endowed, your creation,

Yours sincerely, your daughter,

Yours only, your love,

Your flower