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The bugs are crawlin'
The leaves are blowin'
And still no sing of Mom
She lives life like
A fresh breath of air
Felt, but seldom seen
The sound of a bird
Singin' its sweet song
Is her voice cryin' out
Every tree and every stream
Is hers to peer from
Protecting those she holds dear
The shadow across the Sun
Is made by her woes
Pulled and spun into clouds
The rain is her sadness
The sunshine, her joy
And flakes made to sooth
Even the Moon,
Chased by its foe,
Cannot live without Mom
The shinin' silver dime
Hung high in the sky
Is a drop of her tears
Stars glow bright
Never-ending life
Just like that of Mom
And though it is said
There comes an end
For all things big and small
My Mom is a mom who cannot die
As she dances along
The windin' wind
- by water_byakugan7 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/23/2010 |
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- Title: ~Mom~
- Artist: water_byakugan7
- Description: I wrote this while out in the backyard watching the wind blew through the clouds and trees/lilac bush by the house. Still trying to grief over my mom in this one........She was always a nature-oriented person so that's the reasoning behind the nature-of the poem. No pun intended.
- Date: 07/23/2010
- Tags: nature mother
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Comments (3 Comments)
- CoffeeMusicIs4Me - 04/28/2013
- That's... sad. (´A`。) may her soul rest in peace. Btw this really is touching.
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- water_byakugan7 - 07/27/2010
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thank you very much
it seems like all i ever write about is mom but it helps me heal - Report As Spam
- Cookie_Booger - 07/25/2010
- It's very pretty.
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