A poem for all the mother's out there who tries to hide their emotions.
"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?...