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
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alvahmara
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