A Grateful Mother Speaks
Oh, so revered this child be, so blest
was I to kiss her tiny knee.
And blessed to give her birth, ah, yes!
God placed this infant girl upon my
joyous chest.
And, you know from decades hence,
in a musty, dark grave, I shall lie and
dream of her beauty at its best.
Of her intelligence, of her compassion
I today, stand in proudest awe.
Not of crowds cheap, unaware of their
country’s leader, of split mind and gone
insane.
I watched her with joy, humility and tears
as she was most duly elected.
Yet crowds be rattled in their heads!
With naught to do, just criticize and I pray,
Be still and off to bed.
Selfish oafs, who do naught to better
this sad, lost world.
Seeking pride in vainglorious things!
Lost in empty-prized meanderings.
Bowing to other brainless fools~~
Lacking in any heart warmed tools.
Dearest Lord, thank you for this gift,
so precious and divine!
A prolific daughter who never falls
drunk on drugs nor wine.
But sees to it that her fellow man,
Walks only in your righteousness,
not the crazed body politic~~
Doing outstanding civic work,
For all her fellow Americans!
4-1-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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