My Mother Poem by Jon D'Annunzio

Her heart is all a flutter,
But she is my mother.

The tree I must climb,
The rock I must move,
The stream I must cross,
She is my mother.

The words I say,
The things I don't mean,
Are the ones that linger.

My mother is a house I can return to,
No matter the weather.

My mother is a pillow,
The one thing that comforts me, puts me into tranquility.

You gave birth to me,
You gave life to me,
You sheltered me,
You loved me,
You are a part of me,
You may not know it but I love you,
So much that I can't begin to tell you.