Although
worry numbs
her heart,
she’ll not
complain
as she helps
dear ones
recover,
from their
hurts.
Smiling
she
always
hides her
pain.
Though
stressed,
she’ll hum
a lullaby,
a hymn of hope,
as she waits for
dawns fresh
gleam of light
to rise, to clear
away the darkest
shadows of
her night.
For someone who dosen't do rhyme you sure sail close to the wind in this beautifull flowing piece and I also like your less is more approach it works wonderfully well here
you have captured the essence of motherhood in this short poem. God made mothers for he couldn't be every where. your poem proves how true this quote is. lovely Bob. you might like A tribute to motherhood1,2 Regards Mamta
A caring mother always puts her children first and herself last. Another poetical masterpiece Bob. Best wishes, Andrew
Three valid points to define motherliness.. poignant thought..felt and written..and you've clearly said 'a hymn of hope'...a mother is truly so...thanks
Though stressed, she’ll hum a lullaby, a hymn of hope, as she waits for dawns fresh gleam of light to rise, to clear away the darkest shadows of her night.................it is mother's position that makes her position so grat and respectful..... lovely poem and praaaise worthy....10 read mine o.mother..mom i miss yopu.. mom i cry even today...mother and i wept
I loved the way you portrayed 'mother' Bob. It makes me think of my own mother, self sacrificing and big hearted. Ruthie
dear bob.....how true each word is, in this poem.excellent poem about motherhood.cheers. ritty
Sounds like my mother. This is therapy for me as my mother died just a few days ago. Thanks Bob!
Hello Bob...another beautiful poem my friend... regards... Alf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very potential writing nicely penned.my friend