Mother Poem by Phillip Alan Green

To eyes,
That saw beyond the lies,
And love,
That which will never die,
To a heart,
Thats kind, forgiving ever,
To a Mother,
Whose purpose was to give life pleasure.

From a son,
Not always grateful and kind,
From promises,
That were nothing but lies,
To words,
That are long overdue,
From my heart,
I immortalise this to you.

And words,
That change the course of life,
And words,
That erase problems and strife,
For words,
I'll utter soft yet true,
The words,
Are simple; Thank you.