write poems, and usually words flow
but today is mothers day again
and how to even start,
I just dont know,
what do I write, for a mother,
as great a being as you,
words fail me, as I skim through pleasant thoughts,
and jerk myself aknew.....
childhood was a beautiful dream,
in which i was content to abide,
warmth and love just flowed around,
with you always by our side.
no hurt was big, no pain so sharp,
all vanished by by your touch,
the biggest memory of childhood
is that we were loved so much.
the sight of you waiting for us,
to welcome us back home,
so sweetly tended, so fondly fed,
your love, like a lit up dome.
no harsh word, just gentle reprimand,
shaped our mild and gentle nature,
school taught us much, but for life as such,
you were the greatest teacher
and today I look at your lovely face,
the eyes that still shine with that love,
tthe calm the peace, the radiance within
almost like a glimpse of God above
what do I write on mothers day?
how can I thank you enough?
what little is left of life for you
may it be as smooth not rough.
Take heart dear mom and know for sure,
what we are today, was fashioned by you
we pray to God, to be good moms and
through our children renew...
thank God for mothers, created by Him
because he couldnt be everywhere, all the time
soothing, healing, listening, and nurturing
His creation thats truly divine...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem