The water from the forest smells like the mountains.
My father says it's wood leaf water.
People who drink this water often will suck the oil out of their bodies.
It makes you scrape your stomach and intestines.
The water flowed into the valley stream and went around the house.
I played in the stream and bathed in the fish.
Watching my mother, washing away the sweet and sour of life one at a time
I grew up with flocks of ducks by the water.
At that time, the color of the water was crystal clear
It was even sweet and delicious. The trickling water nourished the village.
The water never returns, taking with it the years of our youth.
My sisters and I, a lifetime of memories
Now, the water has changed color
It's changed its direction.
I'm a thousand miles away from the sea, scooping up a dipper of water
But I can't drink the taste of my hometown anymore.
About the Creator
OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
By Catherine Nyomenda4 days ago in Writers
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Fantastic poem!