Closest to Heart
she is who makes sense
a mother is
just like sun
rise with us
not expecting
any return
a silent
partner in gain
shed more tears
when we are in pain
a flower
that blooms
with first cry of her cocoon
yet a bystander at bay
glowing as they grow
flowing as they flow
pillar to tears
laughter that never
wears down
fears left town
she who
remains
even when
sun sets
moon shy away
aeons passes
stars collide
mother loves suffice
for what have fallen apart
she is who
makes sense
a beautiful
creation
love of art
a messenger
or herself
an angel
a mother nurture
us strong
hide herself
sacrifice her will
to make us
what we are
words won’t
compel
what mothers are
angels
messengers
or goddesses herself
closest to our heart
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Submitting for the ‘Monthly Theme” Of May
It’s my first written piece for ‘Promptly Written’ I hope you will enjoy this and thank you for allowing me to be part of this beautiful community.
