Missing You the most.. the queen of my worldly life,
So reliable, fearlessly I turned to you in life's strife.
In times of double trouble, when I wished I was dead,
You were my comforting cushion, to lay my confused head.
Fragrance of the sweet wonderful mum, I often do recall.
So gentle, so caring, your strength, that never did stall.
A great teacher, a counselor, a nurse, a cook and a friend
Till the angels call at my side you remained till the end
Now lost without you, I aimlessly stray with thoughts of you
Wishing I could have you back, to help me pull through.
Tolerant of my foolishness, your guidance never did fail.
Long for that home, with love abundance, oh that pleasant sail..
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Mother motherland and mother language is first and then rest. I invite you to read my poems and comment.