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.
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