'Angel' is what I would call my ‘Mother'
Dreams for her Children, always she gathers.
Lovingly she gives, no matter how she suffers,
Raising 'US' kids; is all that matters.
Living a life between chores and the kitchen;
Juggles thru troubles, to shelter our emotions.
Heaven knows the values she holds;
Now you know why I call her so…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Joanna. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks