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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required #Mothers_ache She said; I can't be angry with her because something bad might happen to her, deep in her voice, I could sense motherly love and disappointment quarrelling, see the raging dust brewing in her eyes, preventing her tears from coming out, the banging in her heart, the pain in her voices, cutting her sentences into half, distorting her message. Could see her face bloating, her body starting to fail to contain the brewing pain, inside her, if she don't speak, I fear she might blow, collapse and break and be there no one to pick her pieces, for this world has robbed her so much and now her daughter, and who shall she lean on, for this was her only strength She wanna shout, wanna cry, wanna just sitdown but the pain, denies her ears to listen, tears to shed, and sitting down still won't change her predicament nor neither take away her pain, if something not done quicker, this pain will take her but she can't sink into it , for life just won't allow her, for her responsibilities are way bigger than her shoulders can carry but she's obligated to force herself to be strong Stronger than her body strength was measured to last for, stronger than her heart can bear, stronger than her mind can control, nothing is ever fair in this world, like has ever been enough but I can tell, she has had more than enough Hope God, return her daughter to her before it's late, before there be nothing left of this mother to give, to listen to, to apologise for, hope God doesn't blue tick this mother's fading plea, not her sinking self, not her crumpling self, not her dissipating strength and not her daughter, this mother aches and hope her ache doesn't rob us her like it has robbed her everything and everyone, hope this mother's ache, wakes up not with her and the night takes the ache with it and the morning returns this mother to us and so is her daughter to her, this mother's aches #Poetic_Ink
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