For Her
There was something gnawing
gnawing from the core.
Had a critter wondering,
what is there in store.
Something for her Mother
for she was always a bother.
What could she gain
from the leaves that were collect?
Nothing but pain,
if nothing was set.
All the others found treasures
to soon be their leisures.
Yet she kept the noise loud
as high with a pride.
Deciding on a sound
hoping it would be on Her side.
Offering it up
time felt like it stop.
Only to see Her smile,
which was worth all that while.
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