I remember her numb voice,
That made me sleep and forget all our fears.
I remember her sweet bedtime tales,
That made me slip into my Dreamland,
I knew she would then wipe my tears.
In this world, she stood by me as my constant guardian,
She Worked hard during the day and fed me at nights.
She told me to have patience that we too would have a future,
A future far better and bright.
I held tight to my dreams,
Tried to achieve all that she couldn't,
Tried to be all that she didn't be.
She embraced me and gave me strength,
In this world where innocence is played with and where humiliation, corruption wins.
With her love I grew to be the most beautiful rose.
Amidst thorns and pricks and bristles.
But soon, she left me alone.
To face my difficulties and issues.
I lost my backbone.
In the garden that once held a delicate rose.
Now grows lilies and daffodils and azaleas,
All that echoes now is the branch's sweet bedtime tales.
~ Aananya Ratan
~ aananyaratan
~ Dreamcatcher_01
