When I was four
I used to tell my grandmother
'' Who cares about ghosts,
My mother is a ghostbuster.''
I was in Grade one
When I bragged to everyone
''Who cares about the storm,
Lightning and thunder
If you are with your
Fearless mother.
Time flew by so fast
I was in Grade six
And I said,
''Who cares about the bullies
My mother is always at my side.''
My mother told me;
''Bullies are weak persons
Hiding in their own fears
Take them on
Face on
Head on.''
I did what she said
And formed them
As a crown
To adorn my head.
I was eighteen
And I began
A mark of my own
A hardball was thrown
I felt like a loose bouy
Drifting out of the ocean.
My dear mother
Was right there
Hold me more than any treasure
In the world
Kept me safe from the tides and waves.
She forewarned me
That blustery wind
Is yet to come
And she encouraged me
To be firmly anchored.
Her thinkings
And teachings
I always wear them
As diamond pendants
For my necklace.
Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan - Austin, All Rights Reserved
Her thinkings And teachings I always wear them As diamond pendants For my necklace. A great poem on a great mother, a lovely poem that should be loved and I loved it.
A magnificent and wise mother memorialized in a poignant poem by a gifted poet.
A wonderful poem for your wonderful insightful mother, beautifully written Rose.
I always wonder why some of the best poems are on mothers. There could be any number of answers, but no one would dispute the fact. This one is a marvelous poem.
This brings such smiles! .. Ever so beautifully heartwarming! .. Love the feeling and flow, and ever so beautiful sentiments! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
This is my revisit t this poem. This poem has special attraction. The love of mother as an anchor is astutely executed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have already read this beautiful poem. I wonder why my comment is not reflected here?
There are times when my comments just disappeared too. Probably there is something wrong with the system. Thank you, Dr. Dillip for visiting this poem again and posting another comment. I am really honored.
Thrice, gone again.......I 'll come back, sure...sincerely, Sylvia FC
..and that especially for a poem titled: My Mother Is My Anchor........je reviendra! Thank you.