Dont give her the feeling that everything is lost

She is your mother.

There has been ache, there has been silence

The long look of shock seemed to stop nature

You hurt, you forget but she is still tattered

How long can she put up an act that it doesn’t matter?

She keeps it inside like it will wither

It might go away, just forget it ever happened

But she never wants to complain, feels like no use hereafter

Feels like all is building up, one crumb and another after

Crumbs build mountains, grains make deserts

That’s what her heart was, tears drained from them by disaster

Disaster? You ask, not comprehending the factor
that long look of shock I said? That’s the aftermath garter.

The garter stretched long, never snapped yet never altered

Sometimes she said “the pain might go away later”

Dear friend please tell me, what did she do for this white piece of paper

She raised you she fed you, she clothed you regardless of weather

She cooked and cleaned she drove she seamed

She took she gave she bore she paid

She cried she laughed she shut up she sparked

Screamed and praised, she condemned she played.

Take her hand and hold it dear,

She is your mother. Not something to be set aside like a puppet owned by it master.