To My Dearest
Such a tiny soul inside me breeds pain
I quivered as it wants to be flourished
Every day my body's strength is a drain
Bear the pain, the soul has to be nourished
At long last, you are out into this world
A world prolific of storm and hijack
I now knew, the pure soul has to be furled
To not have its pureness have a sole plaque
The time has arrived to leave your sweet home
To discover the real matters out there
My dearest was no more a gentle foam
You grew to be rigid as a bear
Yesterday feels like I just borne you
I wish you all the wonders as you grew
Copyright © Jamila Bestre | Year Posted 2019
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