Mothers day, to me
is just, another memory,
gone to waste.*

A day to stop and pause
and remember a lost cause,
only to move on, again.

Because to me, mothers day
is "my mother left me" day,
so, not a joyous occasion.

And try as I may, to hear
the words, "but another is near"
it's just not the same.

Because while I found another home,
my heart still tends to roam,
to other places.

And my thoughts just can't forget
about the life that I didn't get,
no matter how bleak.

But still I try to push past,
and make the smile last,
even if it's fake.

Because I know that someone loves me,
even if she did not birth me,
and now I call Her  *Mom.

We see our own truths
Two, extremely different views
Thee from me
Allowing us to broaden our minds
Finding gold
The purest kind

You
You helped me to find
Sparkling treasure
Behind my broken burdened heart

You counger magic within
Flowing up and out
Paying it forward

You have enabled me to see
What I never have before
In such an explicit way
Wilder days for me
and you
Maybe
Lovely lady

Follow the beauty of your spirit
For what I see in you is truely magnificant
I see enchanting magical rhythm
Moving slowly like a perfect creature

She thinks I am a preacher
But I am just trying to reach her
To help her to see the distinct features
Of the perfect creature

Your like a beautiful white horse
Standing proud
Stunning, shining white
From your inner soul
Dark brown, intense eyes
Twinkling in the light

The bright
Blue skys
Behind
Its a mesmerising
Sight

Let me show you what I see
Like you have shown me
Found the gold
From my captivating Queen

Despose of me please
Sweet Queen
I am indestructable with thee
Open the gates and see

Forth we go and into the realm
We create
The realm, so beautiful you see
It frightens me

I wish for one more second
I wish for one more minute
I wish for one more hour
I wish for one more night

How I long to hold you
Look at all of you
Devour you intensely
So immensely
I look to you; into you
You come
Its so much fun looking into you

Fizzing inside
Fasinating mind
Inspiring find

The colours you paint
Pure art you are

The flowers
You decorate
Trickling lightly over every part
I am consumed by your art
Sweetheart

Going through
Into the lagoons
With you
I am in your trance
My insides
They dance

They think I am to be belittled,
They think I am dark,
But they do not understand my path..
I do not always
Its been dark, a lonely path

I have survived
I am alive

Please do not look down upon me
Feel ease
Because now I am free
From the looks from thee

The sky lovely clear blue,
A blue tray to put things on,
A spelling book to write in on a Monday morning,
Mrs Ganble takes the register, every one is here
You sharpen a pencil,
Write on lines to make your writing straight,
Leonard's on the move, buying a pizza,
Car moving on the road with some one in it,
My eye looking at you in a nice way.

I have got a cat,
I love cakes,
I have got a cage at home with a gerbil in it,
I can come to your house,
I am careful on my bike,
We have a Christopher in our class,
You are not allowed in the conservation area,
My mum has a car and my dad has a car,
I have a carton of drink.