Life seems to have lost control over me.
Survival is not what I need.
I know I am not going to be able to make it
I can already sense it drifting away from me.
My past memories keep appearing in a flash back.
Showing me my mother’s smiley face
Looking at me as it has always had
And,
Calling me to her to her new heaven.
Now I sense my wish coming true .
She seems restless too
As my soul waits to meet her
To talk to her and tell her
All that she has missed since she left me.
Mother, finally we meet again
Yet, another poem which I dedicate to my beloved mother. I love you.
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Reviews of "Divine Love For MOM"
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2003
Nothing in life can replace a mother... loved your tribute !
Hey, Qamar! What a beautiful tribute to your mother! Super write, my friend!!
Love, and ((HUGS)), your friend, Karen Lynn.
Reviewed by Erum Abbasi (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2002
Now I feel that poetry is the best way to show one’s emotions, sentiments and feelings.
You are perfect in this field.
This poem is very impressible and sensitive.
After reading this poem I am feeling, as I will cry…
No doubt mother is the valuable and precious gift from god.
God Bless You.
Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2002
Beautiful...my heart goes out to you. There is not a day that goes by in which I do not miss my mother.
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2002
This was very beautiful and touching Qb. You need to tap on your feelings and continue writing. Excellent write!
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Love, and ((HUGS)), your friend, Karen Lynn.
You are perfect in this field.
This poem is very impressible and sensitive.
After reading this poem I am feeling, as I will cry…
No doubt mother is the valuable and precious gift from god.
God Bless You.