During the course of planting nature,
A young freckly faced girl enchanted by her father's smile sits on a planter, She is not alone, beside her he sits as the tractor continues the straight path. The sun attacks their necks but their eyes do not stray. As they dropped their plants, Dividing the sets as they go, One by one they fall. They fall fast but land like a feather, On top of the soil they rest for the planters return. Although young, she did not miss, His eyes filled of pride, It was not often she saw this. As the tractor buckled, the driver turned around, Her eyes greeted by their mutual love. No picture nor video exists that can be held, Nor is it required. A moment of true happiness engraved in her mind, An imperishable family portrait.
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The date embedded in every inch of my pale infested skin,
I think not of the present but my mind straddles to the past, Every past moment leading to this moment flashes before my eyes, A glimpse of the highlights entrenched with the low. A path paved with tear jerking thorns and budding roses, Not easily maintained but with the morning sun, The path provides a blistering beauty, a successful crop. Her rays vibrate through the sky, Satisfying and nurturing the budding roses, yet she gets nothing in return but yet she continues to shine. The day is nigh, the sun no longer shines, The clouds are a ceaseless shadow, As the budding roses bow their heads in sorrow, For they have lost their mother. She knows the success of her roses, The ones she nurtured to health and revived from the winter's evils, Her love will be an eternal flame. |
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