poems by anna

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

mother

my mother was everything to me
so was i to her
she went away like in a dream
so suddenly i cannot acccept
away from her pains
now she is with god
living like an angel
yes she was an angel
ever smiling never cross
always on her feet
ready to render help
she never demanded
happy with what she had
i am glad i am her daughter
that i am also like her
without desires with respect.

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