I wrote this for my mother for mother's day.....
They held me when I was born
Caressed me when I slept
When I cried from night to morn
They wiped my tears as I wept
They played with me as a child,
Holding my fingers,showed me to write
Fought off everything mean and wild
And cradled me through the night
They washed,bathed and clothed me,
And many thousand different things,
And whenever her I used to see,
I wondered why this angel had no wings
They carried me everywhere I went,
Through roads,parks and beach sands,
If you're wondering what 'they' meant,
They're nothing but my mother's beautiful hands
Old and weak they maybe now,
But one think i'm sure most of all
If I ever lose my way or miss my step,
They'll be waiting to catch me as I fall.
2 comments:
Expected only ! Nice poem from Gubboy!!
Nice poem!
It reminds me of one of the writings for Father's Day:"Dad, when I was small you taught me to walk, you taught me to speak and write, you helped me grow up in all the many ways. Now I can walk, run, speak and do much more, but I still need you to be by my side always!"
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