by Messan Foley
With healthy crops and deep love
Mum and dad warmly fed me.
My dreams bigger than our farm
My exit to the other world.
Compliments softly on my shoulders
I climbed the ladder of promotions
The vital parts of me in loose care.
Fearless I clung to the top for years
watching the lower world under my feet.
Pressure and stress injected in doses,
The crack of my nerves and my pride
No hands, no arms to feel this time.
On to the poor ground my painful fall
My ambitions dropped down beside me.
Weakened, I look around and find no one
To stand for the neglect of my health.
Emptied for promotions and broken dreams,
I am coming back home mum to feed you with
More love and the healthy crops of our huge farm.
Thinking of my parents
© Copyright: Лика Гай, 2012
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