Dear reader,

I have a treasure that I wouldn't

exchange for anything else in this world

my dear mum, my strength

In the middle of life's hell

my mother wept

despite all the efforts to sustain her children

she was found dumb

In the bottom of emptiness and despair

there laid my mum now

How hopeful she would have been?

How expectant on her spouse she would have been?

But to no avail he couldn't provide.

I don't want to talk about my dad as he's the least of my worries.

The heart of men has great predicament shock-absorber

Looking at my mother she lacks the feature of men's heart.

That's why as her offspring, I hate poverty

I am desperately going to fight it.

Dear mum,

I wish this was a super story like in the movies

but nay, reality is cruel and keeps moving forward

To understand another man's pain, the same pain is required to know how.

Dear mum, go wash your body

undress those problems that wear you like mourning garments,

everything is going to be alright,

what is the sun If the rain don't fall?

circumstances come and go

the only story that matters is how we conquer.

give life hope again, do not worry in high blood pressure

remember health is wealth!

no pain no gain so they say

Smile for me, they give me the strength to carry on.

It's going to be okay as long as nothing is new under the sun,

therefore remember the smile to come ahead

I won't rest to change things around until the present becomes our past story.

from your son, I love you till death.

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About the poem

Reality is cruel and keeps moving forward. I was born with a silver spoon, along the line unexpected predicament happened.

It's not like I am wretched, for as long as I can remember the basic need of a man is not my issue, the only issue at present is the flashback memories running through my mum's head of how we fell from a family of abundance to little, carefully observed by me from her recent attitude.

I hate the bitch life keeps using to haunt me; lamentations from my mum's regret - too bad I can't help the situation, pondering on what to do, I wrote this poem to console the heart were all things dwell.

As life is too short to dwell on worries, I need that smile.

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♨till we meet again, stay steemy my friends♨