As A Firefighter Is My Mother Poem by Abderrahmane Dakir

As A Firefighter Is My Mother

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As a firefighter is my mother,
She might climb my ladder,
To fight my fire by water.

Her life is burning in my upbringing,
How many gifts I should have given.

Her joy strengthens my body to stand,
For kissing her forehead, feet, and hand.

Her sight is shining brightly as a sun ray,
That can guide me when I was astray.

Her voice is calling me sweetly to say,
'Take care of yourself, are you ok? '.

As a firefighter is my mother,
She might climb my ladder,
To fight my fire by water.

As A Firefighter Is My Mother
Monday, January 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship,life,love,mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 19 January 2016

Very descriptive expression of your mother, the shining light of your life like a fire of love burning within you. What a wonderful woman she must be for you, her son to write such a beautiful tribute to her! Having two sons, talking with them every day, asking them if they're alright and telling them to be careful, I can identify with the love your mother has for you. Awesome poem! Thank you for sharing your mother's love with us. RoseAnn

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Abderrahmane Dakir 20 January 2016

Thank you for this awesome comment. After God's love there is mother's love that give us the warmth in this life.

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Melvina Germain 18 January 2016

I feel the love pouring through every line, it's so easy to tell that your Mom is your shining light. Abderrahmane you have certainly left a heartprint here and I love that. Thank you so much for sharing this delightful tribute to your Mom.....

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Abderrahmane Dakir 18 January 2016

Thank you Melivina for your awesome comment.

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Melvina Germain 18 January 2016

I see the love pouring through the lines in this beautiful poem, I can tell your mother shines withinn your heart and soul. What a delight she must feel having you for a son. Awesome tribute to your Mom

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Abderrahmane Dakir 11 January 2016

Thank you for reading si Driss. I cried by writing this poem because It's rarely to receive a call for one that tell you are you ok. Thanks for your awesome comment.

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