Close your eyes and you will feel me there
Like a mother supervising your evening prayers.
Think of me and instantly I will be with you
Like a mother watching over everything you do.
Call to me when you wake in the night
And I will be at your bedside to allay your fright.
Come to me when I reach old age
And I will tell you stories of your childhood days.
There will be times when no one waits for you at home.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,mother