Bloom

Dear Ma

How..

..?

in heavens' name

can You

say that Ma

..?

How can

those blooms

be me MA..

i beg to disagree

mind still believes

they are YOU only

i hear

the words insist

careless n defiant

all of a sudden

dear daughter

it’s you..

I want you

to understand n accept

your fate

the earlier

you do

the better

mind will bloom

so little child

now you

must see

what I meant

as you supposedly

came and went

you have missed

what I kept

back with me

My

writing instrument