I want to thank you for the joy
that you’ve given me,
and for the nine months,
you’ve carried me.
Oh, Mommy! You mean
more than the world to me,
and I’m glad the Master gave me
eyes to see.
The whirlwind passes us everyday.
Still you guide me on life’s highway,
and as I continue to journey in time;
your love will always be in this heart of mine.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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Your poem sounds like a prayer that each of us should recite on a daily basis for our Mom's.
Kathy