A Mother's Love

her hair is long

her eyes green

behind her smile

suffering is seen

 

her hands are shaky,

for they have stood the test of time

I am my mother's daughter

and I am blessed to call her mine

 

her body is not what it once was

she struggles to hide the grey

as an infant, she cared for me

knowing that some day..

her soul would grow tired

and soon the end would come

she would leave this world in peace,

knowing all that I have done

There is no way to repay the price of a mother's love,

but to be there, in her honor

when the Lord calls her above

This poem is about: 
My family

Comments

Yatubeera. Resty

This ha rwmonde me of my own mother's love an how I need to appreciate her more... True, "there is no way o repay the price of a mother's love"

Great work.

chellyc98

NICE, IT  TOUCHES THE HEART AND MAKES ME THINK ABOUT MY MOTHER AND ABOUT MY SON 

 

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