Sorry, My First Love Isn't You

Sorry, my first love isn't you.

My first love is her,

The only woman who named Mother,

No doubt.

She hold me tenderly when I was crying,

Seeing the world for the first time,

I remember when I was there,

She stroke me, telling anything and about  my family.

She struggled to consume nutritious food,

Even sometimes she vomited it cause tasteless.

I couldn't bear, I knocked the walls of hers,

I told her to stop but she disobeyed me.

You know, the strained day I had,

When my time had come.

I heard her screaming of God's name,

She also asked me not to worry.

I promised her to struggle along with,

I didn't care about the pain on my head,

It was ashamed if I hopeless,

It was honorable to act like that.

Sorry, my first love isn't you.

Nobody compares her in my heart;

She is my doctor, my teacher, my adviser, my angel

The only woman who named mother!

💞©zhema💞