Dear Diary,
I know I've spoken to you about love before, love that I thought existed, but never did. This time it's about a different love. The type of love from a person you always know will be there, no matter what the mistake, no matter how horrible of a deed you have commited. The pure love of a mother.
You see diary, this is a love I think people take for granted. The undying love from the woman who gave you birth. A mothers there for you from your first steps to your first boyfriend, but tell me, what if one day she isn't there? What if she didn't get to see you graduate, see your ceremony, see you in your silky white gown? What if she can't see you walking down the aisle? What if she'll never get to see her grand children? What if you'll never feel her motherly love and warmth again?
I'll get back at you later,
thanks for being there to talk to diary,
Hey cool poem
nice to see that people are still working toward good poetry
if u dont mind, could u please rate and comment my new poem THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO
ill be sure to return the favor once u comment and rate
thanksss :)
I see your back on the site,
anyways i really like this "dear diary" thing its definitly a good way to vent out whatever your feeling. I see you asked a lot of questions in the last few lines. Questions are frequently asked, but how will we ever find the answers eyy?