Love of mum
Love of dad
Love of bro
Love of sis
Love of bee
Love of dog
Love of cat
Dirt to plant a seed
Food to eat
From me to you
Mum to all
Root from eons ago
See how much I love you
She says she has no need to say a word out loud
Sand in toes
Ocean to view
Sun that has a beam
for you to glow
Moon that lights a way home from the sea
See how much I love you
Love me the way I love you
My land dies at your hand
Fall has fire
The cold has ice and snow
Mum, Dad, Bro, Sis
All you have is me
A lot of food yet many don't eat
Smog in this town
Fine dust in that one
None came from me
You grow I'm glad also
a lil sad
I gave you the sun, moon, and more than one star
See how much I love you
Don't give me back an item you put in my sea
Mum, Dad, Bro, Sis
All you have is me
Love me the way I love you
About the Creator
Jordan Sky Daniels
90s kid
Flower child
I rise with the moon
My pen flows
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Awww, this was so adorable! Loved your wonderful poem!