Mother - Poem by Ron Poetry
My Beloved Mother...
As a child I'd place my head on your lap, You'd caress my hair, I'd lose myself in your gentle touch, my love for you grew more love, the love I did not desire to share with my father nor sibling..
You are like the sun of the morning.. Welcoming me with your warm embrace on a cold day.. You are like the full moon by a delightful night, Keeping me placid, Glimmering my face..
Though, we battle with our colloquy swords Though, we disharmonize.. You approach me, with your anchored, adept, affable mind Implanting morals inside me, Authentic, Noble and Kind...
Forever, having absent-minded smile on your face..Laughing, making me laugh.. Though, my blooper fetches the dilemma molding our life.. you always laugh, you made me laugh..
The truth, You are a mirror, A Clarion, classy mirror, Where, I can see through for me.. you sacrificed fortune, fascination and fame.. Everything but truth, You are only capable of love, and love is all I see In your eyes... I can see the real me.
You had dreams, Beautiful dreams indeed unfortunately, I don't know what they were, you always focused on making my dreams come true, one dream you should know... The dream which came true the dream of you...
You kept me warm, warm in the winter, You still keep my heart warm inside, you are an open book as I go ahead, each word untouched and compelling, Though it is not the end, it would never end..... They say, -I am a God send to earth-HE Gifted Me My Life-True so true, -God gave me birth-My Beloved Mother -, you may not have birthed me in the natural, but spiritually..You birthed me life through guidance, love, trust and understanding.....
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