My love for my mother has never ceased,
though on an occasion there has been a crease.
Never to deep to produce a crack,
...
How her eyes were glistening,
her spirit unflinching.
To the words all around,
...
Bottles smashing, noses cracking
head splitting, eyes blackening
the fight is taking its toll,
...
How the audacious beauty of one can be so captivating
How the manipulative so ravishing
The dark so alluring
...
Gifts are given or received with joy or happiness
For gifts are products, of the visual kind
I thank the gift I received without receiving them
Thank you for the gift I feel
...
Unboken
My love for my mother has never ceased,
though on an occasion there has been a crease.
Never to deep to produce a crack,
the bridge stayed free from furnace and the black.
The repair is still there and weak at the hinges,
love shall bind all one together and forget the whinges.
All bar one has managed to open.
I shall continue stronger,
Unbroken.