For all the times your limbs howled from pain,
but all you did was smile through the stress.
Those nights when you would lie awake
as tears streamed from your eyes onto the soaking wet bed.
None of it went unnoticed,
you are the best example of all that we cherish.
There were days you made us meals from magic
without worrying us that each one might have been our last.
The true spirit of compassion, giving glows within you,
which is why there's no one more deserving of joy this season.
Mommy dearest, without you,
there would be nothing merry about Christmas;
you are our pride and joy, our shining star—
evidence of all that's brilliant.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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