There is a tiny
Little flower
That returns
Every year
After the deep frost
Is gone.
She grows back strong
And adorns this place
With its sweet smells
And just for few months
She mades the garden
Her home...
Then winter comes
And that flower
Once again is gone
Her name if you ask me
Is love...sweet love...
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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