Mother

She’s twisted in her mind,
Her eyes are made of stone.
The feeling of the wind,
Who knew she could be so alone?
When a smile turns to sadness,
And the skies all turn to grey.
Will we all go through that madness,
Or will we be swept away?
When she’s so afraid,
That she needs you to live.
Will you just fade,
Can you strain to forgive?
She does it because it makes her happy,
What makes one happy is good.
The maple trees are sappy,
The strengthening of that piece of wood.
When all is done and over,
Can you promise all you’ve got?
As she found a four leafed clover,
She knew it meant a lot.