'nite Mom...

Your loving persistence mixed with blissful insistence and reassuring assistance... is always bestowed so sweetly. Your charm is beguiling giving me smooches while smiling harken closely - and I’ll sing... all of your praises quite neatly. You are constantly there amidst the angst and despair - dulcet declarations repair... the worrisome wounds in my head. An endearing embrace filled with affection and grace gently put my fears in their place... without one harsh word being said. Mother, I hear small unfortunates weep - devoid of sweet lullabies at sleep to cleanse the sting in their heads and their chest. Tasting the tears of their plight - they clutch torn teddy bears at night praying one day, they too, will be blessed. Your unselfish concern spoken aloud or taciturn were the sweet lessons I’ve learned... soft sonnets resound in my heart. All the love you have shown throughout the years as I’ve grown has united my soul with your own... never to be broken apart. Your soothing warm trust is always gentle and just making it quite clear that one must... "let your attributes shine like a gem.” But at night, as I sleep I hear unfortunates weep pondering the gifts they would reap... if I could show-and-tell share you with them. 'nite, Mom…