A girl has two Moms.
First Mom drew her bath,
and wrote her path,
and taught her place in life,
so that she shall be a good wife…
Second Mom heard her dreams,
and listened as tears streamed,
and taught her how to fly,
so that she can be a wild butterfly…
Her First Mom’s words are still there.
Her Second Mom’s aura remains there.
Every year she becomes wiser in this world.
But in her heart, is still that little girl.