A day without a guardian,
An hour without a smile,
A lunch without the one,
Mom, who will spend me days or a while…
Then there she goes,
A lovely rose,
That makes me glows,
With her jokes.
But days can’t be so bright,
Things could be wrong and right,
You make me terrified,
And hurt my pride.
Then the wind talks to me,
Saying you said “I’m sorry”,
Because you will leave me,
So you hurt me badly.
You always there in my thought,
And I miss you a lot,
Thanks for all your support,
You will find happiness with God.
-Izzah-
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