Womb, a place you are knit and carried -
Called a woman, a mother your father married.
Halfself of your dad, a mother to his child;
The light of the house amounting love undefiled.
Patient, loving, understanding, caring, and kind;
The happiness and goodness for children she all mind
A comforter, a doctor she always the best,
Attending the children’s need before she rest.
A teacher, an accountant, a cook, a friend,
A mother rolled in one unto the end.
A partner, a wife, your father’s apple of the eye,
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love