posted on Mar, 27 2016 @ 03:52 PM
a reply to: Quantum12
You put a lot of pressure on one, don't you? I rather think you enjoy it!
Spring was light and warm and new.
The flowers bloomed and birds sang songs to you.
As we walked through the meadows you tried to show me
things that would happen and I was unable to see.
Summer came and our world was on fire.
You showed me to fight for the things I desired.
The sky was clear an Azure blue
and it left me unable to see what was happening to you.
Fall was upon us and the crisp cool air.
Now I was unable to question, I wouldn’t dare.
What’s happening to you and the things around us?
The leaves are turning brown and crumbling to dust.
Here in the winter of my Mother’s life, I am still…finally.
She has found peace but I cannot so... easily.
The world is a cold, dark, and lonely place.
The only salvation was in her beautiful face.