A Natural Gift Poem by Hazel Durham
A Natural Gift
I see bog cotton blowing in the breeze,
It reminds me of my beloved mother,
So fragile but with strong roots
I love her because she was the truth,
The truth of suffering,
The truth of pain,
The truth of her depth of love,
Deeper than any ocean,
Deeper than down to the earth's core.
I remember her reading the daily newspapers,
Her enquiring mind soaking up knowledge,
Soaking up wisdom and it's lingering vapours,
She worked so hard serving up meals of goodness,
Like her sweet nature,
Her love of family was her dream come true,
Love was her natural gift,
To lighten and brighten the day,
Shining on all the darkness
Making it vanish to a place far away,
A place of torment, torture and terrifying too,
Her love was breathtaking in it's depth of vision
Understanding, forgiving and achieving,
She wrapped her arms tightly around her world
Of comfort and contentment,
Her natural gift to lighten the day,
In her own beautiful way.
This is a wonderful, heart-warming, sensitive tribute to your mother; it precisely portraits the biological, natural gifts of self-sacrificing, of motherhood, for the wellness of their children and their community. We have been lucky to be children of such mothers; for my mother too possesses such wonderful attributes. An absolutely delightful poem!
A compassionate tribute to a loving mum ceremoniously rich in tone. A beautiful work of art, Hazel. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
'I love her because she was the truth' - so beautiful, because the words are so simple! 'Love was her natural gift' - another one! An excellent piece of tribute to a loving mother, who 'used to lighten the day in her own beautiful way'!
Thank you for introducing us to your lovely Mother- such a warm and loving tribute- -the first 4 lines settled me back in my chair with a tender smiles for the two of you on my lips and in my heart. The use of the bog cotton blowing set me immediately down in your world both environmentally but spiritually- - fantastic writing, my dear poetress- - 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ onto my fav list.
We love mother because she is the embodiment of truth and love as you have inscribed hauntingly..... she was the truth, The truth of suffering, The truth of pain, The truth of her depth of love, Deeper than any ocean... It is a great tribute to your mother having touching expression.10
Loving, caring.consoling, forgiving.sharing. and en lighting her wards without rewards is MOTHER- thanks for sharing this poem- my green roses with ++
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Having such a mother is a blessing, the security was there and truth was in her smile and in her loving arms, a wonderful tribute to your mother, a natural gift, and from your loving tribute I would conclude that she did a wonderful job raising her daughter, great poem!