I always dreamed about their future,
like a mother should,
I wanted them to be happy,
feel safe, and flourish!
I always did best for them,
like a mother would,
to make them happy,
to protect, and nourish!
They say I worry to much,
and it always make me scream,
but , why the nightmares only,
wake me up, in the middle of my dream!
And my vision’s green light, turns blood-red,
as, always, peace is shaken by wars,
leaving behind my empty, scared face,
full of malice, bruises, and scars!
SW
Dedicated to my mother