MOTHER

Not the bridge work of rainbows
that dance on my pond
on a soft rainy day
before the sun is all gone

Not the stars in the Heavens
to which lovers eyes swoon
as they dance and they twinkle
to their luminous tune

Not the warm spring air
after a winter is spent
with it�s breath of new flowers
hold such a sweet scent

Not a moon of full girth
with it�s lush velvet hue
could stare with such peace
as the beauty I knew

Not the laughter of children
in the park that play near
could behold such sweet music
that an ear longs to hear

Not the ocean�s great depths
Not a rare sunset�s view
Not a poem I know, Mother
could express how I love you!

Author: Douglas Q. Plew