My mother my life, my mother my pride,
She gently raised me from the gutter...
cleansed me ever so well,
a new & precious gift for Her Son.
Immaculate Heart overflowing...
with Her motherly love,
for the new life of Her son had begun.
With a smile on Her lips...
tears of joy in Her eyes,
holding my hand every step of the way.
It was under Her mantle...
My protection was found,
and the enemy's vicious onslaught, held at bay.
How proud I have made Her...
as the years have gone by,
I never thought she will drift away 4rm my grab, ,
My voice as of thunder...
the gates of hell shook,
lives redeemed, many victories won.
And now i have stumbled...without her am searching for love that I know I cannot find, I will Never forget...my star, my tender, my heart and blood that will always remain in me, , even when I die, , I will go straight to her eden and live on her knees forever....
touchy feeling...made me nostalgic..lost her last year...you write what you feel its good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks shahzia really appreciate the incentive..may God have mercy on their souls