Your Mother Poem by Emma Adamyan
Your Mother
Your Mother... Who is she?
Did you ever ascertain?
Is she your angel? Or pain...
But how will you know something you`ve never felt before?
If you don`t have a true Mother, you`ll never do,
Even you live hundred years more.
Who`s that woman for you
And what do you know?
Ask God making a bow.
For soon you can be deserted without the answer, when she leaves,
But still you`ll receive all the blessings she gives,
No matter how many years pass, you`ll need her eyes.
So, that is your Mother...
The Angel who guards you all the time,
The Glance that forgives you any crime,
Her Touch gives you purity from above,
Her Voice like a sweet sound of Love.
You`ll want to listen to it for evermore,
Trying to find her image on a lost shore,
Yearning the bottomless ocean of her heart
Where you could drown all the fears,
Which used to take your hurts and show no tears.
After that doomed search you`ll find out,
That a True Mother isn`t the one, who just delivers a baby to the World,
But The One who warms his soul, doesn`t let it get cold.
For she was created like God`s blessing,
The One who truly needs your caring,
For she`s those tears you never cried,
Those pains you never beared,
Tonnes of sorrows which never lay down
On your heart by the huge stone.
She is The Only in your life
Could never describe her love for you,
That boundless it is...
And if it needs, she`ll die
Even without asking why.
So, have you wondered
Was the described Mother yours?
wow, great poem wonderful lines i like it too much thanks for sharing
Who`s that woman for you And what do you know? Ask God making a bow.......she is such a towering personality and shaper of your life tht you will never know what the real universe is all about..she is universally recognised sybol of sacrifice and love and you got to know her well....lovely poem and i give full marks to it for presentation...10 read mine...p, mother...mom i miss u...mom i still cry today...mother and i wept
'And if it needs, she`ll die Even without asking why. So, have you wondered Was the described Mother yours? ' Yes Emma, you described her so beautifully. My Mother, i called Adye, went for her pilgrimage to Mecca a couple of years before her demise, she read somewhere that whatever she prayed, after laying first glance at Ka'ba, shall be granted by God. You know what her prayer was? 'I may never see the pain of my kids'. She came back and told me that, I could only smile, without realising that she had prayed for her death before her children's. Today i know, but she is not with me. Thanks a lot for sharing the same sentiment, I am not alone. 10+++++
a mother is someone that shares the same beauty and personality this poem is nice come and read mines when you get the chance ty ^w^
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I would like to translate this poem
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oh boy! A nice and great poem for a sincerly mother nice poem Luwi