The Memory Of a Mother

In an evening day, a mom wrote a poetry
About her children.

My relationship with my children is like the breeze,
I can’t hold it, Smell it, Taste it, But I can Always Feel it,
And I’ll always know it’s there,
They may come and then go,
But I can know they’ll always be back.
As my children are roses, I am the thorms,
Clutching them and protecting them

As my children are the sun, I am the rays,
Helping them to shine and to be all that they can.

As my chidren are a take, I am the water,
Filling them with ideas, dreams, and hopes for the future.

As my chidren are trees, I am the leaves,
Sharing who and what I am and becoming an
Important part of their life.

As my chidren are my heart, I am the beat,
beating rhythmically to their happiness, their fear,
their sadness, their excitement.
If people ask me why so difficult for me to let them go
Then I will answer
That my children are part of me
Therefore I must be with them, to share all I am,
To share and teach them About life, love, and happiness