Undelivered Message- Sonnet Poem by dechen lhamo

As waves towards the pebbled shore,
Do I swim mine lines from core,
Upon the words thine own lips framed.
And to hear'st do mine ears flamed.

Thine smile shalln't be forgotten,
Well-tunned tenderness, never be shotten,
Memories hath enclosed to the heart,
And shall cherish as mine own Art,

Kneeling to be thine command's slave,
'its mine till breath's fave,
But assure doth my nerves,
That undelivered message, no purpose serves,
Yet, Happy Mother's Day!
Here I long for thine years long say.

Let this heart felt wish be delivered to all the mothers, though not to mine.