The Love of My Mother
None was like your touch
Far from home
Alone in this survival dome
For my weak legs, you are my crutch.
Your cuddle, I miss
Be in my dreams tonight
With you, such is a glorious sight
Without you, I dream amiss.
I feel safe and secured
Under your arms around me
Like a knight destroying every enemy
When sick I am cured.
The love of my mother
Nothing to be compared with another.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment