Spring Rose Again…
The color of my eyes changed,
With the sadness and rolling tears…
When I offered all my life,
Fighting for his fears…
To give him a contentment,
And all the support to make him loved…
Healed all his bruises to take away his pain,
Instead bruised my own soul…
Sought his problems to clear his path,
Instead somewhere I got lost…
To make him live in his own world,
A mother in me had to die…
There came the rain to water the dead,
A fragrance of Spring filled the air…
A beautiful flower rose to bloom,
So tender and delicate and promising as a moon…
Somewhere in me the mother lived again,
Showering my love and forgetting my pain…
Together we stand now holding the beauty and love,
A blessing in disguise and a gift from above…
© 2013 Pimmi Nag
Filed under: Despair, Family, Friendship, Love, Mother, Nature, Passion, Relationships
