There are dreams and there are nightmares, but the worst nightmare is not following your dreams.
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Your advise is gospel to my ears
First of all, mother, I apologise
and we both know that this is true
that many moons have been and gone,
since I’ve written a poem for you.
It makes me sad, it frightens me
and it truly breaks my little heart,
that life will not freeze time for us
but is demanding we be apart.
Be apart but never grow apart
because no distance in all the land
can stop your heart from feeling my pain
and my skin from holding your hand.
If one day I become just half the mother
that you have always been,
my daughter will have a soul like an angel
and self value like a queen.
Your smile makes me instantly rich
your advise is gospel to my ears
and when I am stupid enough to hurt you
nothing scars me more than your tears.
I’m sorry that I am growing up so fast
why are years passing like days?
One thing that will never change with time;
I will be your baby always.
This poem is now coming to an end
but poetry is our tradition for sure
So no matter what is happening in life,
your present will be a poem forever more