Mother's Day Poem by David Young
Mother's Day
I see her doing something simple, paying bills,
or leafing through a magazine or book,
and wish that I could say, and she could hear,
that now I start to understand her love
for all of us, the fullness of it.
It burns there in the past, beyond my reach,
a modest lamp.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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4/23/2024 8:13:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved it... A small picture of your feelings!