Mummy don't expect me to write a poem for you, you're my eternal muse.
Pardon me to say my majestic glorious quill is voiceless before Thee.
Though earnest my humble desire was to pen for you as I summoned my whole self for your course this day.
It was so much disappointing mummy that all the words I mustard to honour you today were but ill when likened to your immeasurably acquaintance to my soul.
The love without a bridle, your seasonless fervent prayers, your eloquent consoles. My first friend and mentor.
You grooved me in the path of perpetual light though it is scary sometimes the promise of safe and ever glorious destination fuels the courage.
Please, mummy, live till I make your name sound aloud in the drums of Time.
Then the world ever will be grateful for your being.
I love you, Mummy,
Now and always Mummy, I love you.
Happy Mothering Sunday Mummy
Eternal Grace Mum 😍
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, P. P. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.