The surface by - Sara
(Momma)
On the surface I saw sun in her eye,
then i saw happiness,
with the mixture of pain.
Gradually notice her pure smile,
deeply tells me how much she had gone through,
to make me smile.
On her hand I saw a swan tattoo,
but when i deeply think,
its not just a picture, it is her.
Warm and soft pastry,
baked to perfection by her,
felt her love by heart.
Outside she might looked soft,
even a wood could break,
but not her.
Outside I met thousands of people,
but deeply,
no one can replace her.
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