Like the new leaves and buds of SPRING
You’ve blossomed into the barren blunder that is left of this world.
Your entrywill be a trickling shiver that’ll create an everlasting memory that sends a shiver down your mum’s spine the first time you smile.
Daddy will love to keep you on his back and get you toys that chime and you whine,
But it’s all fine,
because you’re new here.Right?
You won’t even tumble and turn for a while
But They’ll love you more than the tallest moutains and oceans deep
You will be innocent,cute and fragile.
Little will they know that SUMMER has arrived.
Her little drop of joy has turned to a bucket of ecstasy.
For the beginning you’ll be happy and nothing won’t feel like meant to be.
But soon the harsh sunlight just might start it’s conquest and become too bright.
You’ll hate everyone around you and be completely depressed at night.
Love,a tedious topic will melt your pubertal mind.
Irony how the most pleasant of seasons filled with ice creams can also denote the confusion of life.
You’ll get to be new and see new places
Some people will be true and many with fake faces. Life feels like more than a handful.
But you need to be focussed , cautious , and faithful.
The time that denotes shedding,
AUTUMN has come.
And some keys of your melody stop to hum.
Mum was sick and you tried your best but your ange return to heaven from your arms.
Tears rolled down the sides of many cheeks that loved that life.
But you had a hand to wipe them off of yours.
The bond of marriage,
Coming from the local park’s swing
To swinging on risks in age.
A mix of emotions and excitement and rage
But soon business failed and the drinking prevailed
Coughed up red eyes and flooded lungs.
But you have a hand within yours. To give you courage in your lowest rungs.
You are stressed,envious but loved
Now is the hard part.
WINTER has knocked on our door,
And broken remains of our life lay on the floor
The pushing midst the hurricane
You held on to something and stayed where you belong.
But she was not as strong.
In your case,she acted like a denotion of a lions’s pride,his mane.
Another life which was not in vain.
You rest your head on her as she closes her eyes.
Your face is not as smooth as the spring times
Bags cover your gleamy eyes and legs don’t really feel alive.
A tear races from the creases in your face
You look to the sky and smile at her.
Knowing,
knowing that a life that was loved is now awaiting the love in pace.
So time comes and you lay in a big sky-coloured robe on a white mattress inside a bulding that is denoted by a red cross,while no one cries but you know mum would.
You’re,experienced,fading,but remembered in love.
No one is here but your daughter with her son in her hands.
You smile and rest for you know,
In his eyes, spring has come again.
-j/(2.1.2018)