Her Life For Mine

The silent sacrifices made by mothers due to their unconditional love for their children.

Her cries were drowned by laughter from a child
      Emerged as streams that ran with unrestraint
Her pleas then muted by the innocent
      Such drought which marred the features, porcelain
Her dreams decayed thus fertilizing mine
      Parched lips that thirsted, nourishment denied
Her lamb was sacrificed to yield me fruit
      Through fog of grey, so ebony the woods

Though one may call it blurring marks of years
Such radiance her beauty shines from love
She laid, with grace and will, her life for mine.

Author's Note

In your reviews, please include a sacrifice made by your mothers. I'd love to hear your stories.

Reviews

[Miss Anna]

This is such a powerful piece, I enjoyed it very much.
I was born with several lung difficulties and an immediate brain dysfunction that the doctors thought would leave me a slow learner throughout my school years. My mother took two years off of her work to home-school me after we were allowed to go home from the hospital. By the age of four I could read in my first language, Latvian, and was learning English, far ahead of other children my age. Her sacrifice gave me that opportunity and I'm forever grateful to her for it. :)