Her Truth
By: AstridRaww
A mother’s love
we’ve heard that poem
A mother’s touch
we could go on and on
But our mother’s pain
there is no song
As a ringing in the ears
of time gone
Throughout her years
Her silent dreams
and hidden tears
has passed through us
Through Intelligent design
to clear the dust
of generational hurt and mistrust
The silence speaks but it’s a must
If we don’t speak to that
we don’t speak of her love
The love she exudes outside of her pain
or the one that she hides because of her shame
The promises she kept despite the obstacles
The ones that she didn’t because of the load
Which ever way we’ve grown to know
our mother’s to this day
It means that much more her love
we found through her pain.
What a beautiful peom. Love it!
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