Her mother

by camelliaoskuie

December 15, 2013

Her heart breaks at every sight

she holds her breath tight

to not let out a cry

she sees her mother ly

while she tries to stays strong

her mother doesn't have much long

the one who braided her hair

and showered her with so much love and care

the one who makes her calm

and who drove her to her first prom

will join the angels and begin to fly

its time to say goodbye

she kisses her mother's head and whispers i love you

the plug is pulled

its done

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camelliaoskuieDec 15, 2013

<em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; outline: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-family: ITCFranklinGothicStd-Book, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; color: rgb(37, 37, 37); background-color: rgb(239, 239, 239);">You Only Write Once Scholarship Slam.

camelliaoskuieDec 15, 2013

My mother and grandmothers have all been my rocks and stabilities in my life, I truly don't know what I'd do without any of them.