Young

I find it hard to have to hold

your mother in your tiny arms.

The same one who seemed so strong before

is now crumbling to the floor.

 

She was the one I had for so long respected,

and now I hear my voice

wishing I don't end like her,

sad and dejected.

Reviews

[Cherry Blossom]

I almost lost My Mom this year and I so understand this poem very moving love it very nice read