My dear mother has nurtured me
For my entire existence,
Providing me with the necessities
For survival.
She never abandoned me,
And as She continues to age,
I attempt to maintain her health.
Despite a long and perilous life,
Mother retains indescribable beauty and grace,
Despite some scarring from the actions
Of Her children.
I have fallen into a state of worry, though,
For Mother is looking rather sickly.
The cause is her children’s greed
And destructive behaviors.
Their touch is cancerous,
And everything Her children have touched on Her
Is beginning to deteriorate.
She breathes in heavy smoke daily,
A vice Her children forced upon her.
Her body is becoming feverish,
Continuing to rise in temperature.
She is not merely my mother alone.
She is also their mother.
She is your mother.
She is our mother.
She is the mother of everyone on this planet.
Because of Her children’s manipulation,
She is forced to combat Her own offspring.
This cancer will be removed from the Earth.
My dear mother has nurtured me For my entire existence, Providing me with the necessities For survival.... mother is mothr can't becompared with any figure.. good write and i appriciate the efforts... very good write...10 read mine o, mother, papa do u knopw and papa u too
this was a very sad piece. It is hard to watch a parent suffer by the hands of their own children. Not a very good way of life. Very well written and flowed well. Great job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW.. Very poignant piece. Loved it Wow.