My Mother's Love
As a gentle dove's wing, keeping the one's she loves safe from harm. With an ever giving spirit, she bestows blessing on those, who will receive it. Even if afar, her love and tenderness is sustaining, a rose, that never dies, but ever so softy continues to bloom. Diamonds and gold cannot measure the warmth that radiate to those, she has chosen as her own. A reflection of a heavenly light , as the dawn brings new life into the day. An ivory vessel overflowing with ideals to make life's road a little easier, bringing about a comforting peace. a road, that always leads back home to a special lady, I call…Mom.
Poem Excerpt from Crossroads of Seasons
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