She falls
She laughs
She crawls,
She'll live forever in a single soul
guilding the spirits to their toles,
Shes a good women and now we part,
but only in memory but not in heart,
For this was once my mother,
She's the cover of book but not like the others,
For in this book she moves,
she writes as you read,
she'll plant a blooms just like a seed,
She'll love you forever even through your hate,
Love your mother not your hate..
© WinterAngel