Treasure Island

Nicholas Nikolov

(April.6,1988 / Toronto)

Mother's Day Is Forever


One day is not worth
to show you how marvellously much
the both of us love you since our beloved birth.
Every day, we celebrate your tender touch
of precious pure affection and longlasting love
instantaneously after you rest up above.
We seek fruitful forgiveness from all wrongdoings
easing our hearts like the mystical healing hot springs;
for we kiss your hand as the quintessential queen
as you, our magnificent mother, you are certainly most pristine.
For you, we are, as we’ll always be there
from here on after forever taking charismatic care
In tremendous truth.

Submitted: Monday, May 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 06, 2013

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