Mom, you are like a large
Land with multiple flower beds,
Like the flowers in buquets
with large heads,
and with the array
of flowers
that was just bought
with superpowers.
But as time passes
the land of flowers
always has, wild fires.
After a long time the newly
bought buquets
starts to fade;
like having too many Jade's.
And there is always
a small doubt
that you won't be
with me again
before I become
A businessman.
©lollerpoet
L