The Blues Of The Mother

Blue was her favorite color,

And that's what she ever felt,

Having a cold iced heart,

Which her daughter can only melt.

Used by everyone,

She cried many nights to sleep,

But the only reason she stayed,

Because she had no money for her daughter to feed.

Pushed by her poor family,

When she was just sixteen,

Her nights were worst than the hell,

And days were gone for her scratches to heal.

She had her dreams prisoned since childhood,

But taught her daughter to aim high,

She never let anyone to touch her,

As her daughter was the only reason for her not to die.

From the blues to the colors,

From the cold to the warmth,

From the Pessimism to the positivity,

She flies to heal all her past harm.

Though she was void and having no hopes,

Still use to tell her the story of Cinderella every night,

She told her to wait for her prince to come,

And he'll teach her how to fly without fearing the height.

From the land to the sky,

From the crepuscule to the light,

From the Pessimism to the optimistic life,

She wanted her daughter to fly high.