Michael's Mother

The beauty of your mother was not in the clothes she'd wear it wasn't even in the way the light danced upon her hair. The beauty of your mother is beyond these words I write her beauty came from in her soul, you saw it in her eyes. The beauty of your mother was not measured by success yet overflowing was her resplendence when you felt her soft caress. A light warming every room she entered, words melodious and sweet washing over you, as her verbal hug was your personal retreat. The beauty of your mother had really only just begun Showering you with drops of love and laughter as the sun. The beauty of your mother is what her wish would be for you, Pure happiness and joy, For you, true love, to be loved too. Remember each day your mother and the beauty that she shared all the lessons she tried to teach you and how much for you she cared. Because the beauty of your mother is not gone, its in your heart and in the skies She is in you and when you gaze at me, the beauty of your mother is reflected in my eyes.