From Her Picture

September 7, 2013

With eyes that immediately bring in my soul

That shine with care and save me from the cold

World. Lips that utter sounds that calm me down

And a smile that stops worries around

Me. With hands that wiped a thousand of tears

And kept me from harm and on my back, rub away my fears.

It's the only woman for me who is always there to hear my call

Who is there to rise me up from where I fall

She is my mother with whom I am free from judgment

The one I run to, who's stable when friends have come and went.

And when she is passed, and upon her picture I will gaze

At a mother so great and for that, the Lord I praise.

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