Pouring Out Her Heart

At times, I sank low At times, I felt on top of the world Questioning why ebb and flow. Why the bitterness creeps in, I asked? Nobody knows, I wept for night to over Memories of my mother kissing on my cheeks! Wish I could fly back to her before dead separate us. I wish I wish …… Growing in her wings was like having sugarplum. Nostalgic dream, while holding forth her care Would it‘d be enough if I live for her At any cost, pouring out her heart. Simply cherishing her boundless love!