Did you know?
Mom says, I know you’re fine,
But, no I’m not,
Mom says, I know you can,
But, no I can’t,
Mom says, I know you can be alone,
But, no I’m scared,
Mom says, I don’t need help,
But, yes I need it most.
Mom says, I know you’re good,
So, she gave me lots of delicious
food,
Mom says, you did not gave me any
headaches,
So, I tried to hide it; to avoid
giving her heartaches,
Mom says, I know you’re very brave,
But, she doesn’t know; I felt like
digging my own grave,
Mom says, you kept on smiling; yes you
so,
Well, hiding my feelings is my
expertise too.
"Mama! Mama!! Oh look what I found". "What is it? Honey?" Said Fausha. "I dont know mama, but its kind of weird". Said the boy curiously. "It has a red color on it" he continued. Fausha looked into that insect, it was covered with fresh red in...
My wind has come and my time comes to end,
It came to fetch me and heave me at last.
Oh! Come, wind of death and May you intend?...
A poem for all the mother's out there who tries to hide their emotions.