These Days
Dear Mom-mom,
These days, as they are, resemble you as you are.
We will not be weery of weping, for sorrow tends to swallow whole spirit.
We reflect your light and love for life journeys on.
It does not linger in shadow for long even if it be pierced by thorns of grief.
For you who loved, wants love to flourish ever after in the hearts of your beloveds.
👁 1💬 1
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Log in to leave a comment.