I remember an image
Ducklings, making a streamline
In perfect sync, behind
Their calm and alert, mother duck
A hen, who depicts grace above water
While swimming furiously
A hen, who plucks her own feathers
To cover her nest of eggs,
I remember an image
A mother alone, time travelling with ease
Providing, playing, loving
Doing so, while smiling like she’s having
The best time of all
Deserving Mothers of the world
We appreciate you, thank you!
© L. B. Mek
March 2023
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Motherly love us men have a hard time understanding or appreciating. Too late in life I saw this. This unconditional love that seems almost universal amoungst all living things. A wonderful write.
so true, kind Poet
sadly, if we're one of the lucky ones
we take it for granted, assuming
all mothers are superheroes
still, it's never too late to realise
and appreciate..
Mother's day will be soon upon us again!
indeed, Gaia's whisper to Spring's arrival
hope it was a good day for you and yours, dear Poet
Remarkable poem in my view,
Great encomiums are due,
For your talent, I admire you,
A mother is there to rescue!
so glad you enjoyed the read, dear poet
indeed
encomiums are due to all deserving mothers
year on year
may we always remember and appreciate
Motherly love is so tender and so beautiful altogether 🥰
so true, it's a very unique love
tender and fierce, a beautiful gift
to receive
(so glad you could relate, dear poet)
please note the date of this entry .. 28.03.2023 .. please also note, this is not a late wind up .. but rather an unavoidable delayed written response to an abjectly necessary poem and on a matter/issue and subject with which I not only naturally concur, appreciate and enjoyed .. but one that also near drew a tear from both my eyes upon my thinking back on my own mother ..
and therefore, I would much prefer my words here be seen as an early scribble on the matter for 2024 ......... Neville
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