Behind every superman,
Sincerely, there's a super mother.
I seized this moment to siren and salute,
The sculptress of my birth,
The one whose priceless strength screens me through the years.
My Mother never looked back in scuffing out my weaknesses.
She scrubbed into me; values, virtues and principles,
Superlative qualities she scouted out of me,
Even while scrabbling for a foothold in life's steep slopes.
A refined mother, who can seek her?
Her value is far more than silver,
Yes, that of fine coral,
My super mother.
Super itself! A piece to veer upon now and then along life's steep slopes.
A very good piece, makes me proud that someday I'll be a mother too
Great! She is the most important person in one's life.Loved this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Jeremiah for the invitation to read from you, I do enjoy your writings and especially this one....keep up the good work.