Charisma Hishaw

Rookie (2-6-89 / Oklahoma)

My Mother's Love At It's Lowest - Poem by Charisma Hishaw

In my hand
I hold a rose
This rose represents my mother's love
I pick off a petal
This petal is for the pain that I caused her for the last 17 years of my life
It is followed by another
That one representing the trials
The dew slides onto my finger
Her tears...
As I continue the petals grow darker
Revealing her darkest pain
But wait,
The petals are growing brighter
Showing me
Telling me
That through all the pain and trials
Her mother's love is stronger than anything
Even at it's lowest...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 1, 2006



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