"My Sweet Mother"
Image Source: @samueloption
She counts the steps
of the moon and listens
to my breath as I
in pleasure mourn
She lends a shoulder
to stand
in order to pluck
my destination from the strand
She bellows assurance
into my ears
telling me,
she's always here
She weds,
my fears with tears
building my dreams
devoid of wears
She sells her wrapper
for love and funds
that I may like,
the rich have fun
She defies the scorching
of the sun
in order
to make her boy
worth counting a son
She blends
with the hard bend
in order to keep me
with the trend
She rises at dawn
and walks
my work
till the day's done
She breathes my living and delights at my inking
She's my sweet-mother
who bears my pain
in her womb
of warm
She's always within range
thus,
like change,
I strive not to disappoint.
Truly yours,
@samueloption
Hello @samueloption.
You swept me off feet, your lines caught my attention. I could feel how you felt when writing this, your use of imagery perfect arranged, your lines pattern impressive. I am proud of you Samuel.
Wow! Thank God I have not let you down. @peterwrites.
Right from when the contest was announced, I spent hours basking in reminiscence of how my mother has laboured not just to show that she is a woman but a virtuous woman and a pride of motherhood.
I so wish I had all the time in the world to eulogies her. At the point of writing, I was wordless (you won't understand), just try to recite the nursery rhyme "who sat and watched my infant hair..."
Thank you for stopping by my blog.
Beautiful poem with the rhyme flows.. Lovely picture too
Thank you, dear @sikan-eyen
Mummy is cute,you can't even help but make her up.
Thank you @marvettsy.
She is the world's best mother.