Green Folder

There's a green folder sitting on my desk
I have many folders, but this one isn't like the rest
Inside is the heart my mother had when she was my age
Sorrow, love, and wisdom written on each page
She never told me that she once wrote poetry
And when I consume the poems, I find she was just like me
I've always wished that I could meet her thirty years ago
I've always wondered what she thought of, well at last I know
These days she is so busy, but now I know it best
She's still that thoughtful girl inside the folder on my desk