The Leaves Bury The Flower

Several miles ahead, but still She can't stop to breathe. An iron maiden with a soft spot in my heart. In life, She attacks and She conquers. Despite the abundance of imposing adversity, She could only flourish. Amidst the rubble of tribulation, She extinguished the flame and constructed a utopia of love. Currently my residence, and all that is within is currently Her prized possession. If I passed at this moment, She would be my final thought. And when I congregated with those we've lost, She would be the subject of our first conversation. My affinity for the sun derives from the fact that it keeps our bond alive. And when the stars arise, they gaze down on us. Wishing us success, despite all that has obstructed our attempts. We roll onwards, pummeling all that opposes our furtherment, together. Though, on occasion, my intense love may be disguised in the shadow of spite. But I urge Her to see through its transparency. All the pain She has braved still affects my perception. God has tested Her endurance extensively, what's Her reward for prevailing? That would be Her decision, but as the children of a damaged flower, we can't help but flourish with ease. All the tears that escape my observant eyes, leave with her in mind. And all my sorrow is short-lived with that single thought. And when She feels duress, my heart bleeds with the need to grant her solace. And I always receive love in exchange. And when I find the struggle in life, I think of Her. only wishing I could match her strength. Death couldn't defeat our mutual love. If She was taken, then my purpose would move with shackles. So every day I wake and she still graces my presence, life moves with fluidity. Her animosity and love are shared with me. Together we win, and together we fall. Even on Her worst days, she fails to stray from the path of perfect in my eyes. I could ask for no other, other than the constructor of my being, my first love, my Mother.