Phillip Alan Green
Mother - Poem by Phillip Alan Green
That saw beyond the lies,
That which will never die,
To a heart,
Thats kind, forgiving ever,
To a Mother,
Whose purpose was to give life pleasure.
From a son,
Not always grateful and kind,
That were nothing but lies,
That are long overdue,
From my heart,
I immortalise this to you.
That change the course of life,
That erase problems and strife,
I'll utter soft yet true,
Are simple; Thank you.
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