Snoeppi

our mothers run through our veins
we see them every day
if and if the past away
we see them through our veins
like a picture inside our brain
we cry every day because the emptiness
that our hearts contain when they pass away
even love can’t break like a brick falls inside my heart
that never falls apart
I write this down because I know I can’t let go
when I look at my hands and see that she is still
inside of me, so please love me for eternity