Love of a mother
Copyright- Pokemon or its characters do not belong to me
Bright eyed and inquisitive. Every
sight and smell is a wonder. Each
new experince is a glory for him.
I watch as he rediscovers the mysteries
of life as if he was the ver first. He is
generous and free with his love and
affection, not old enough to be embarresed.
His fur is soft and violet, his
marking strong and not yet faded into
obscurity. With each fresh breath he breathes
life into my tierd and old frame, making the
familiar interesting again, now that it is
repainted with his exuberance. So innocent and
sweet he has no need to fear the world.
Bright eyed and inquisitive, he was
the joy of my world. All is dark and desolate
now. My child was snached from me by the unfeeling
glare of the sphere. Never again will I feel his
warmth or the love of his embrace. My fruit has been
taken before it could blossum, what was so sweet
is now rotten.
Copyright- Pokemon or its characters do not belong to me
Bright eyed and inquisitive. Every
sight and smell is a wonder. Each
new experince is a glory for him.
I watch as he rediscovers the mysteries
of life as if he was the ver first. He is
generous and free with his love and
affection, not old enough to be embarresed.
His fur is soft and violet, his
marking strong and not yet faded into
obscurity. With each fresh breath he breathes
life into my tierd and old frame, making the
familiar interesting again, now that it is
repainted with his exuberance. So innocent and
sweet he has no need to fear the world.
Bright eyed and inquisitive, he was
the joy of my world. All is dark and desolate
now. My child was snached from me by the unfeeling
glare of the sphere. Never again will I feel his
warmth or the love of his embrace. My fruit has been
taken before it could blossum, what was so sweet
is now rotten.