Mother · Poetry · sacrifices · Secrets · Starting over Series

Mommy’s Penace


I watch them

Those who came from me

But don’t belong to me

I watch them

Chasing happiness

And I know they are closer to catching it

Then I’d ever be
I know it 

For Joy is my goods

Produced from My 3 riches

My face

My gut 

My heart

Clasp it, my beloved 

And I will continue to pay.

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