• fatimaha 23w

    Mothers
    Are rainbows
    With seven colours
    Forming after ever naturefall
    As she showers hue sprinkles
    In every spectrum of our lives
    Fading away as we grow much older
    Leaving us to enjoy what she had hoped
    For the clouds to clear and settle our fragility
    Mothers, were the skies we yearned on for our lives.
    ©fatimaha