Elizabeth Kinch Poet Quatrain

My Mum

My Mum sat and watched me sleep
When I was in my cot,
She sat up all night and bathed my head,
When with fever I was hot.

My Mum tried to keep me safe,
Away from hurt and harm,
She'd hug me very close to her
Rock me in her arms.

My Mum gave me wisdom,
Showed me how to play,
Filled my life with happiness,
Taught me how to pray.

My Mum is proud of who I am,
Delights in what I do,
She's there when I need her most,
A shoulder when I'm blue.

My Mums love is constant,
Although I've sometimes caused her pain,
Nothing can destroy it,
It's a love you can't explain.

Happy Mothers Day to all Mother's xx

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Anne-Lise Andresen April 11, 2017 at 1:58 PM - A beautiful poem to your mother, Elizabeth :) - Best wishes for a lovely Easter to you and your loved ones :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Elizabeth Kinch April 11, 2017 at 2:42 PM Thank you so much Anne-Lise. Best wishes to you and yours this Easter.

Emile Pinet April 8, 2017 at 2:41 PM I believe that a mother/daughter bond has no match in the human equation. The love that you share between you is remarkable and so self evident in this poem. You recall all the magic that surrounded your youth and recognize that your mother was the source and inspiration for that magic. Emile. #7 Elizabeth Kinch April 8, 2017 at 4:02 PM Thank you Emile. I realised the importance of my mum when I became a mother.

Demetrios Trifiatis March 27, 2017 at 7:29 AM A wonderful hymn for Mum dear Elizabeth. A 7 my friend! Elizabeth Kinch March 27, 2017 at 8:03 AM Thank you Demetrios.

Maria Williams March 26, 2017 at 9:43 PM What a lovely tribute to any mum Elizabeth. The constant love and support of a mother which you've conveyed brilliantly here. A 7+ Elizabeth Kinch March 27, 2017 at 1:51 AM Thank you Maria. When you become a mother you realise how much your own mother did and continues to do.

Doug Vinson March 26, 2017 at 3:16 PM Perhaps not totally explainable, but you present a great portrait of it, Elizabeth. : ) well crafted, very pleasurable read. Elizabeth Kinch March 26, 2017 at 3:34 PM Thank you for commenting.

Elizabeth Kinch March 26, 2017 at 4:53 AM So true dear Victor, mothers are so important and should be celebrated every day of the year. God bless all mothers, those with us and those who are in spirit.

Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon March 26, 2017 at 3:26 AM Very astonishing a poem! A true love that has no deceit comes from a mother to her child. I enjoyed the poem, A 7. Elizabeth Kinch March 26, 2017 at 4:50 AM Thank you so much for your comment and also the 7.