Reflection

 Creative and beautiful; shielding her worth
Rich in wisdom, soulful
A profit on earth

Her eyes tell a tale
Of shattered dreams
And of past betrayal

Only just acquainted but I know her well
She is my image painted
For we share a secret hell

“How did I get here?”
“Am I being punished?”
“Do I give into fear?”

Don’t listen to that voice; but take my advice
Like is short; dream big
Sometimes fake and we sacrifice

“You will not regret the things you did;
But the things you never tried.”

These were my Moms parting words
I repeat them to you; as a friend
With respect, consumed with my mother’s pride