GRIEF Poem: Lottery’s Kid, by Francheska F

The sun kisses the one who braved the cold
The mother who works long days growing old
Because of her I remain bold
Her heartache, blood, and tears sown into my soul
I live for her to know her story will never go untold
My dreams are remnants of her love
Whenever alone I behold her strength in my memories
She gave me the world despite a broken household
Lifted the blindfold of a “great man”
Her pain went unconsoled, withhold the truth for me to
know the grace of chasing a dream
We will never go back this promise I shall uphold
Please…Please shine uncontrolled
Unrivaled centerfold
An essence of a pot of gold

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