Mother.

Gold drips from tulips

Blooming proudly in the dark

Settling in to stay

Like mother always would

On a rainy day

Scents of hope ride

On the thin gloomy air

Only to crash and burn

Upon entering the room

in which our hearts reside

"You deserve better"

Mother would always say

As if it was what I were after

When all I ever wanted

was for her to stay

For when the sunlight reflected

homes true colours

With bags packed

She went away

Searching for the same sunlight

On leftover cloudy days