A word like no other.
The world next to a mother.
No matter how far away I go,
She always has me tethered
To my roots, my culture. I never forget
That horrendous day we met .
A wee babby in his uniform, parrying
Away at first sight.
You carved every inch of a masterpiece
Which grew ever thankful to you.
Though never chanted,
Your sobriquet remains holy in mine heart.
Shall God bless you
And life bequeath its bliss
For you, are a soul…
Crafted to craft.
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Author:
MARS (Pseudonym) (
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GOOD MORNING MARS (Great Planet ~ Great Name) Welcome to MPS. It s an interaactive site which operates by reading & commenting on each others Poems ~ OK. My Husband Brian & I - are both Teachers. He of Applied Science & I of Physiotherapy. Teachers are (and always will be) an important & integral part of our LIVES. However at a Human Level we *Are All Teachers & Students* in t he *School of Life* ! Thanks for sharing. Please check our site - Thanks !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours Angela & Brian 💛💛💛
Hey Ma'am, I really appreciate you for taking your time to read and respond to it. Maximum respect to your husband and you 💙 Keep learning and keep teaching!
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