mom

Your eyes glazed in the morning
Because last night you came home in the morning
Always kneel to the divine
To bless the day

Your smile is always growing
Every one welcomes us
Your sweat you dry everytime we hug
Your lips always touch the cheek
Each left us
Do not let the nagging haunt

But the pleasure must be just screaming in my heart
When hurt
This is just writing
That need not be praised
This is just writing
That is not worth your struggle up to now

Maybe I'm not a dutiful child
But I have a love in my heart
Which is always engraved every day
It will not be based if you're in the mood