Do you love your mother? Everyone has their different views about their mother. This is my view about my mother. Part of my "Pain Poetry".
She is like a pillar of strength To, all, each one and sundry She radiate the warmth Even when she passes by She showers the Blessings through her Lullabies
The emotions overwhelm her The tears flow silently And yet the eyes smile And blink a message Of love and understanding
I hold my breath (in pain no doubt) And look up in amazement And try my utmost best And slowly and silently I Close my eyes; With Thine Expression to cool my own
I once wondered how it thus could be A frail soul could bear The brunt of life smilingly But it seeped through me Like water through the plant That no matter what may come You've got to fight the weedlings For the arrival of your young
With sadness weighing heavily In the precious eyes That I adore She creeps silently and softly Into the little den Which is my very own
She looks upon me With love brimming in her eyes And reaches out to ease me When fever's burning me inside
Her eyes Mirror the reflection of love The sadness of her withered heart The pain of the gone-by years
And in those eyes I seek and find The friendly glow of confidence That pulls me up When all else fails Including the hand of god .
The strong wind blew The clouds clapped their hands I shuddered and clung to my Faith in that hand .
