A Special Mother
Honeysuckle vines smell not sweeter than you, my mother~
A rose hath not the dearness of your heart...
A daisy hath not the purity or delicate beauty,
Of which you are a special part!
No love truer anywhere in the world, dear mother~
Sincerity that easily cannot be found...
But when you pressed me to your breast, my special mother,
All these glorious qualities did abound!
When of naught I had to worry~
When you shielded me from all that was unkind...
When you protected me as like an angel,
The problems of the world were not mine!
And many ...