Sweet Scent of Gratitude
When I was a child
You weaned me
With the jealous care of your arms
And those bold beautiful blue skies
You gave me for my tender wings
Mother hen doesn't kill
But she chastizes
When she grasps you in her claws
You see it in her eyes - the love
And it's overflowing
With a feeling you cannot say
Or even print into time
For it's the rarest jewel of all
When she screamed
There was a pain
That simply ripped her apart
Though she knew, deep n her heart
That if her boy is to make it big
Then my tears would make me stronger
So she smiles through the pain
Now I made it big
And I'm on the way to give this flower
To my Mama as but a simple 'Thank you'
With the first dime I make for myself
I run across the street
And the boat I row across the river
To that old cottage on the hill
Where my little feet took their first steps
I feel that breeze and I do not know
If this is simply enough
But I know roses are her favorite
So I fly with my now mighty wings
As joy overwhelms my grateful heart
And yes I run to Mama's room
To see that she was asleep
A cold nose cannot smell a rossy rose
Nor a soulless eye see its beauty
I stare at her, pale
And my tears cannot flow
My heart is silent
My mind is blackened
My soul is broken
My spirit groans out loud
I should have given my roses
When the heart was warm
And the nose was fit
To smell the sweet scent of gratitude
2018-11-11 11:23:18
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