the little girl dragging her feet
with grit she hurried to pluck the lily
for her mummy whom she loves very much
a lily she gave as prize of her passion for her mother.
a little girl's language of love
the lily's awesome beauty
touched the mum's loving eyes
and mum's tears of heart flowed non-stop.
little girl stared and wondered
why must my mum cry when i offered her the beauty?
a question she pondered upon
understanding not , what the maternal tears for.
only the mum knew why
her compassion rolled in teardrops
her daughter, the little girl
a cerebral palsied child
given short hope to love and live
yet so great her love
for the womb that gave her to the world.
despite contorted arms that shorten the stretch
and grasp as soft as the lily's petal
the little girl presented the wonder
without a petal dropped from the lily
a fine touch, a gentle grasp she possessed
a mother's heart couldn't bear
that such a soul, though plays little role
not later but sooner
into the creation
the little girl will disappear.
mum's tears cool the earth
in gratitude she bowed to mother earth
"when the day come
please place her tight in your arm"
mum bowed again to mother earth.
in tears she walked the steps
the little girl had wandered
hoping for traces of blessed wonders
that almighty miracle will be a reality
adding more years for her little girl
to allow her to make friends in the garden
and live a beauty, one with the lilies.
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