Poetry : Crying Mother's Tears
Suffered day and night that hit you
not for a second stop your step
To be able to give me a new hope
as humble as an insult does not matter to you
always keep moving for my future
looking for new hope again for your child
not the roll of money you asked for in my success
not a bronze in my victory
but your heart's desire makes me happy
I really loved the last line. I think many of us lose sight of the happiness we start out seeking. Instead, we get diverted by pathways we chose before we ever knew where we were going. Great write.
thank you for appreciating my writing @moeknows