I remember the look in my mother's eyes,
When I was just a babe.
It held the fear of my future.
She asked herself, "why a child so pure,
this world of sin she has to endure? It was not my intention to bring her here.
But to cast her away-
No, my heart would never bare
The guilt that I would've face
To take her from human race ,
So she would have to learn
Right from wrong
How to survive
The race for the strong
The meek
The geek
The poor
The witty
I don't know why, but her life I pity.
She will grow poor
With no Dad
As I did
But she'll learn much more
As her mother
I will make her.
Just like I made her
Come into this world."
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
