Sophie Markham


Mum


Dark brown eyes,
A smile that lights up the sky,
Curls are intertwined with beauty and care,
Skin so soft and so fair,
Your cheeks red as a rose,
A rounded button nose,
Lips permanent with a grin,
On your left hand, lays a ring,
Gold, such a precious thing,
Delicate and special in every way,
Now too many feeling, too afraid to say,
One cure for every problem that commences,
Once happy, now so tense,
Push everyone out of your world,
I see you lying in bed, curled,
Loosing colour in her once red cheeks,
Gradually loosing you and becoming so bleak,
Dark brown eyes,
No smile to light up my sky,
No curls with beauty and care,
Suddenly life seems so unfair,
Cheeks white,
Now nothing’s right…

Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2009
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