The Momma Clan

In a world of highs and lows, she’s my sun,

A perfect girl, her heart and soul, well-spun.

When success comes, her claps do resound,

In failures, she’s not one to let me drown.

Her presence soothes, a healing balm divine,

Her touch, a salve, eases this heart of mine.

No words are needed, she knows my soul’s song,

Understanding me, where I do belong.

She shares my dreams, embraces them as her own,

Together we soar, to the heavens we’re flown.

When I hold her hand, the strength I have found,

With her, the chances of victory abound.

But farewells hurt, they pierce my tender soul,

For in her arms, my true art finds its whole.

–©®Suk Raj Darj