An Independent Woman of Grace

I wish i could go back in time,
To see that smile unalloyed,
about the moments you shared for the first time i was held,
In the arms immensely armoured pledged with veracios warmth and care.

We might haven't been the bezzi
baptized by the macrocosm verily of who we are,
Might not have conjoined darkest of our secrets,
Or weeped the squalls of broken hearts.
But i was cognizant of the sacrifices you made myriad times,
Just to safeguard your child from the locus of ghastly thrashed days.

Your voice sounds vexatious erratically,
But your silence , butchers me quelling into denouement,
And the differences we faced as soon as i teenaged,
Ruminating the facets of your conservative tutelage.

And now that i am turning into a bigger person,
stretches between us might grow even more,
Well cushioned by your shadow that would never leave me alone.

You are an Independent woman of grace,
A beauty of calmness forever to embrace.
You are my identity mother,
Sole owner of every breath of mine.
I promise to be your chaperone lifetime,
And covet my last breath to be just like the first time i was held,
In the arms immensely armoured,
pledged with veracios warmth and care.