Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed

Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed (Tribute To That Greatest Of Love, A Mother's) Blue-cold morns rising to light a fire mother, cooked on wood stove truly ancient. She out of sweetest of love's truest desire provided nourishing food so patient. Not asking praise for her unselfish deeds washing dirty clothes in an old wash-pan. By love's examples she planted new seeds windy-flames of reliance such did fan. Now time, with its many decades have flown beloved mom, passed on to her reward. We, her thriving huge brood, are now all grown, feel her love and know why she worked so hard. Knowing she sees how deeply she is missed we thank her, each beloved face she kissed. Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2017 SONNET, (Tribute to our mother and to mothers everywhere, THAT SACRIFICE WITH THE DEEPEST OF UNSELFISH LOVE FOR THEIR CHILDREN) ------ I started this poem back in May, 2017. I finished the last two verses this morn. Hesitant to post because I feel it is not worthy enough but alas (!), I also know with my meager writing talent , I can do no better. Thus, with my wife's prodding, I post and pray it is deem worthy as a tribute by all that read and love ever so dearly their own wonderful and loving mothers! Beauty That Rivals The Red Rose He the gardener she the rose She was only flower he chose Days he gave her his very best Under moonlight glow they both rest. With great care he keeps her from harm Always enamored by her charm Whenever she mentions her thirst Sate her needs, he is always first. At dawn's first calling she wakes up Her petals with his hands he cups With true love, admiring her grace This dark world together they face. His life for her beauty so fair. Together, love's beauty they share. Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2017 Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet, 8 syllable lines .. a. a. b. b. . . c. c. d. d. . . e. e. f. f. . . g. g Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 Total # Syllables: 112 Total # Words: 88