the little girl by cyclopseven

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.