Mother

That Mother so great

Casting a shadow covering hue

The mundane life of the brilliant,

On the bright sunshine of faith

Waiting to be loved like an infant



Every dawn, she walks too far

Thinking about her lost dreams and desires,

Unraveling the truth while coming back home

She knew she put her faith in the wisdom of liars



But above all lied her biggest deceit

The one that pricked like a thorn each day,

It was the loss of her greatest gift

Selfish faces in times of her grey



She opens the drawer to visit them again

Slowly caressing with her fingers old and dry,

A print that gives her memories in a pile

She holds it to her heart with a soft sigh



May be she never taught them well enough

Or may be she loved them far too much,

She knows far away from her selfless love

They have lost the want for their mother's touch



Still loving, she forgives them with love

Despite the hurt, she blesses them with faith,

Praying for their happiness with her closed eyes

Off she went to sleep, that mother so great