The rule of thumb
Says you're my mum
You say you can't
Be a cry-sant(h)
That's right! You’re not
Grown in a pot
But sweet you smell
Pretty as well
Years have gone by
What's changed? Oh my!
Nothin’s the same
A whole different game
A little older
A little bolder
You’re much more wise
Much softer eyes
You like to kid
‘Bout what you did
You love to share
‘N you always care
We feel so blessed
You gave your best
To all your clan
Each one began
Their lives on track
You had a knack
A way of giving
A way of living
You’re an example
And you gave ample
Advice to us
Yes, we could trust
Your every word
We felt assured
That-if we complied
We’d all get by
See what you’ve done?
There’s more than one
Here of your brood
That gives gratitude
For what you gave him
Our home’s a haven
Because of you
And a refuge too
A big thank you
From one who loves you:
A sprout that’s grown
In your very own home
Mum, you gave seeds
Pulled out the weeds
So we’d be strong
Taught right from wrong
Our time to grow
And then we’ll show
That good seeds bloom
Just give them room
You gave us space
To run the race
Now check the time
We crossed the (finish) line.
c aaron
- Author: pldabbs (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 13th, 2019 21:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Special message written for my mother on Mother's day many years ago. The poem is an accurate description of the lady and she is and was loved very much by all her children.
- Category: Love
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