My most Dear Unknown (40)

The forgotten mother.

More descendants,
Forgot a living mother
Considered her exactly
Like an 0ld cut tree.

As notice ,when they heard
That money search the tree,
They took a fast rate speed,
For stripping all reserves.

Some false kisses
Were theirs arms
To cheat his trust,
And then forget the tree.

For longtime, years,
The tree stayed like alone,
Without a bit heart-warmth,
Or a caress word heard.

But the facts changed,
And the old tired tree
As a miracle, regenerated,
By new appeared means.

Now the old tree,
Became an invisible curtain
Which will fly far away
To a new honest world.

As finish,dear kids,
Don't love the mother
Only for money and for gifts,
As did the tree's earns.

A sweet kiss to you
SUN-TWIN