let it go, let it grow
like the flowers in spring
they grow to become
mothers gift of honey
like the flowers in summer
they fill the fields and start to wither away
like mothers drought has choked them
like flowers in autum
only a few will show their face
mother has put the happy smiles into place
like flowers in winter
only the strong can survive
mother has a harsh plan for their lives
like the flowers in spring
they all thank morther
for the hardship and care
cause for all it's worth
they are there !
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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