Mother // Ava Love ‘21

Mother

Ava Love’21

Aseed that sprouts, A bud that blooms, A flower with petals weak, What youth retrieves Old age relieves; The memories only keep. Through smiles and tears, Through triumphs and fears, She pastes my petals back, And once again, I grow within, Eager to leave the past. My days are numbered like the stars, Hers like the forest trees, Yet never will this world forget The light she let us keep. Her wrinkled smile, Her charming laugh, Relive the days gone by. Oh, mother, how I wish I would never say goodbye.