#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
She lived her life to the fullest ,
and I say that,with feeling proudest.
Worked hard her whole life even,
when people turned their backs.
Her hands can tell that story well,as they; were the ones that used to swell,
after tiring the whole day when she lay,and told herself-" not to worry as things will go well"
coz she is mother of a son that can cast a spell and will take her out of this hell".
© pri