The lady in the yellow couch

                                                                                                Everything is awesome

 

Looking at her S saw her awesomeness

The lady with the commands

She that sits on the yellow couch with joy in her eyes from her victory

Yeah her, the one with the million desires

It is hard to realize her values when she gets all bossy

But damn she is a breath of delight

 

A is for all the agonizing moment she aided S’s agitated adolescent body

Walking with legs as a jellyfish S would come home

Her mind has disappeared

It was no longer in her head

It has left to another state; she was in another state of mind

The sparkle in her hazel eyes were stolen, stolen was her identity

She was no longer S, the pretty girl with curly brown hair

S now walks around as a zombie without a sense of right or wrong

 

 

W is for waking S up when she got too wasted

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” the lady cried

Willingly dragging S’s worsening body from the living room to the bathroom

Wet her wearisome body wondering whether if she had wandered too far this time

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” the lady cried

Water filled her wasting body yet she was unresponsive

As the water drips the life is brought back in her

The lady gives breath to S over and over again willingly

 

E is for every time she would stop S from going out

Enormous tantrum fits were thrown

Exactly the respond the lady expected out of the easily influenced teen

“Everything is going to be okay”

 

S was the nickname the lady gave to the trouble youth

The lady looked at her precious Saffron flower

Knowing she has a lot of work to do to mature

Originally called Sandrine, the protector of man kind

The lady was always willing to protect S from harms way

Yet never imagine S was not willing to protect herself

S would then sob from those eyes when told her originations

“Sorry mom” S said as she sought aide for her sickness

 

Oh my, oh my how S appreciates this lady for all she has done

Looking at the lady with a million commands she hugs her

Often she forgets what could have happen if she wasn’t there

The lady wasn’t obligated to drag her from her obituary

S owes her a million thanks, so she hugs her often

 

More credits need to be given to the lady that sits in the yellow couch

Her million demands aided S’s minuscule efforts to protect her body become big

More credits need to be given to the lady that sits in the yellow couch

The lady sits with major joy for being victorious in saving S

 

Every once of awesomeness lies in the lady that sits in the yellow couch

S is alive due to her

The Saffron never died of thirst

It always had plenty of nourishment even when it got burnt

The Saffron was saved by the lady that sits in the yellow couch

Thanks to the lady that sits in the yellow couch 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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