This poem was inspired by the comment of a young lady in a poetry group I belong to.
A mother is your first line of defense The general who always leads the charge She'll look right through your pleas of innocence Then dress your wounded spirit, in her arms How wise she is, to know when to correct At times will even hand down discipline Demanding daily, that you learn respect Then nightly, ask forgiveness for your sins And when the dreaded day comes, she is gone You're left to fight without her by your side Her wisdom and her love still carry on Her compass will remain, to be your guide My loving mother was a gift from God I pray He passes on, this grateful nod. by Daniel Turner in memory of my loving mother
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