My Mother Chocolate brown orbs glitter like a diamond gorge from the eyes of my mother From creator to lover this woman my mother eight children she did bear With arms open wide, and smile to the side she beckons and calls to all children enthralled She loves she gives, she holds hate like a sieve Beautiful is she, even in sleep she kissed my hurts like skinned knees One day I hope to emulate to walk the shadow of one so great to be to sleep to smile to keep... The ways of My Mother |
| I wrote this on Mothers Day 2004 in tribute to my mother and my GrandMother... Happy Mothers Day |