Mother Poem by Sam Prisith Prisith
Mother
A picture memory brings to me;
I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother's knee.
I feel her gentle hand restrain
My selfish moods, and know again
A child's blind sense of wrong and pain.
But wiser now,
a man gray grown,
My childhood's needs are better known.
My mother's chastening love I own.
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,memory,moods,mother
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