The world has to have a livelier tone, to have fun and never bored.
Never to turn to the underside of the sin industries.
It was beyond my own morals.
Children’s live and love of living.
The kids run about yet one stand still.
A message of doubt a look of age to the creation of a new cub.
To fall in love yet a whisper to listen.
A meaning of love lost between and saved by a saviour from disaster.
The eyes shine brightly as stars, thanking you for your love and for your care.
Nothing mattered to you were a stranger.
They became your helpers and someone who looks up at you.
Hoping they could by someone like you.
They leave the memory of their time, and each time,
they leave to only come back with different faces.
The greatest mother of them all.
A mother to flock her chicks, hovering over them to only let them.
The mother who wanted the best but not to enforce.
A memory a mother wants needs and hears again as they write the letters of their love to her.
Every single year.
A woman of two yet a caretaker of 92.
A leader with meaning, to show the world a different view to everyone around.
May we all sleep as another would like to speak.
May we all say ours prays for the ones we love.
To dance and listen to the beats around, the children still stand beside you here.
They hold their head up for you, at the mention of their guidance at a young age.
They wait, and they wait for you to lead them once again.
Not to death, but for the legacy you have left for them.
What is love without a little Maple Sugar?
-Melody
