A Poem For Mama

A Poem for Mama Gnarled hands that caressed a dozen face, Wrinkled eyes of aging, a woman full of grace. Through thick and thin, she stood by me, Lucky and grateful, ‘til death I will be. When I was younger, she would say, “build your dreams, never fall astray”. Those words she uttered, I pondered thoroughly, The principles she taught, I followed faithfully. I tumbled, I stumbled, as years went on, She never left me, from dusk ‘til dawn. My teenage struggles, the heartbreak it brought, Instead of judging, my feelings she thought. Sooner I recovered, I matured, I grew, In her arms I mended, all bitterness I threw. She made me realize, that love is not life, Beyond relationships, true happiness rife. Now I’m full-grown, by myself I can rise, Due to her guidance, I’m prudent and wise. My mother, my hero, can’t compare you to the rest, It’s true what they say, that mother knows best.