To My Mom
It wasn't an ordinary day
I knew it "Hey!
shouted the doors
but all of em' in roars
I felt breathless
and found four walls to be tasteless
That day I rushed relax
beds and pillows made me perplex
I felt odd, cried "why this one?"
disappointed in tons;
I swam through the living room
I felt many blossoms bloom,
she; she's not ordinary
I felt I wasn't to be in hurry
I felt she has those same
many words did really did define her name;
those honors faded
peril I tang waded
but her extras never looked
not fine; everything so good booked
her smile was sweet
Irrigated my desert; heart tweets.
Copyright © Jeba Kiruba | Year Posted 2020
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