Blooming In The Dark

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Unappreciated sacrifices
replaced dreams that slowly died
as her aging petals wilted
from the silent tears she cried

Forgotten and all alone
she’s a hummingbird with no sound
like a heart beating without love
as lonely petals sink to the ground

Depressed in her little corner
she’s neglected and unmarked
an unappreciated flower
forever blooming in the dark

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My parents were only children, so when they passed, I became a family of one (with no siblings, cousins, aunts, or uncles).  One day while moving to a new apartment, I lost one box.  The box contained all my family photos.  I cried for days. Weeks later, while placing books on shelves I purchased, this photo slid out of my all-time favorite children’s book; “Nobody Listens To Andrew.”  It is the only photo I have of my mother.

Miss you Mom.

Happy Mother’s Day Ladies.  Wish you all the best on your day.