Somewhere far away in the vast Earth…
In my room I sit, staring around
Looking at how many things my dad found
He brought them for me to help me forget
To not feel like the world itself is a threat
My name is Lydia, and my father is very wealthy
But myself I feel at this moment less healthy
Even as I stare out at all my possesion in my keep
For there is one thing in the world for which I have to weep…
In a farmhouse quite distant from Lydia…
The flowers sway in the slight wind
As I stare out happily not in the least dimmed
My name is Ellie, and my family is simple
Though a bit poor, certainly happy as a crystal
But at school when the others tease,
At my dirty dress and tights that are creased
I run to to the only one who could comfort me
Who could wipe away my tears, and answer my plea
For love, for hope, and happiness to stay
A heart to be proud of, and a way to say
“I have a person who of me is very fond,
I have someone special, with whom I share a bond…”
Lydia…
Tears come to me as the words repeat inside my head
I have no mother, so I have all this instead
Well, I don’t need it all, I think!
I need someone to hold me and comfort me as I blink
All these diamonds and silver and expensive fleece
Now they are all junk… nothing to me!
Because they cannot love, cannot share, cannot see
What one needs to live her life happily…
Ellie…
A girl may have nothing but her family
But to me, that is all I need to embrace changes readily
Love is a thing that overpowers all feeling of need
And my mother represents that love to me…
Both Lydia and Ellie, Lydia wishing and Ellie experiencing
Mother to help and mother to hold
Mother is kind and mother is bold
Mother to go in gates of feelings and find
What lies behind the child’s fences and blinds
Mother, whose first priority is child
Mother, whose day is made when the little one smiles
Who spends hours cleaning behind the young one
Only to find a mess again when the young one has fun
Mother lovely, Mother here
To hold her loved ones close and dear
Mother who collects old paintings to keep
For later when the child is gone, Mother should not weep…
Authored by : Shree, an aspiring young author on Mother’s day in retrospection of all that mother’s do and mean to their children. To read more of her work, visit her blog – https://shreeskaleidoscope.wordpress.com/
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