Good morning, JOHNN.
Thank you for your Mother's Day poem.
I enjoyed it ... a day late didn't take away from it.
Have a great week.
For Mother everywhere
(a day late, typical kid for you!)
My Mother
The wearied Saint, with her gentle wash day hands
with that soft smile of the gentlest love for me
I remember that smile, as I ventured on distant seas
or walked in the silences, of jungle littered lands
I remember her when my heart is torn sore
and the way she’d take time, to give a care
That oft unappreciated Angel in silver hair
who walks with me from my beginning evermore
Gone to better places, and better times now
I know she is there watching over me, as before
The gift of her love was mine, and so much more
and I am humbled by her love, her ageless Tao
Mothers are a gift to us when we need them most
to shape us, and teach us, and make us our best
They strengthen us, guide us in our life’s test
and to all I give thanks, and so proud to boast
