A mother's pride

The flower in her blooms,
She waters it in drops of red,
Gives enough smiles to survive the day,
Her skin needed when winter wakes,

Nearing the harvest day,
She starts to fade,
Always seeing her lover's face,
Crying out in dismay ,

When the water breaks,
I see her change,
Sweat and tears caressed her face,
Out came her precious gem,
In his face , she saw joy,
The softness of his skin felt like peace,
In his embrace, she felt whole again.
~kikky

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