~ LilithTheEvilAuthor

A mother holds her child with care,

Worried till death but he's still there.

A small light of hope gleams in her eyes,

She watches her sick son as time flies.

A small flower peaks from far,

Sensing the mother's inner war,

She wished a last goodbye to her seed,

Sending a playful pat to a weed.

The wind gained pace fast,

And the flower was torn at last.

Still in beautiful shape she was,

Falling near a broken window glass.

The son smiled for a while there,

The flower decorates the fluffy bear.

The mother thanked the flower,

The child's smile made the heavens cower.