Ode To Mothers
Mothers, like mine,
the rarest of jewels.
The givers of life;
extending a guiding hand
to their children, leading them
to a beacon of light
when lost in the dark.
They're a constant presence
and support system, rain or shine,
through success or failure.
Mothers, like mine,
unfailingly comforting.
They're always there
to pick up the pieces;
wiping their children's tears
with a comforting smile.
Mothers, like mine,
stalwart pillars
of love and support.
Mothers greet their newborns
with joyous beaming eyes,
loving them prima facie.
Unconditionally, continually,
they love their children
From the cradle to the grave.
Mothers, like mine,
the glue that hold
households together.
Mothers give tender shoulders
to cry on, to lean on.
Possessors of hearts that beat
with patience and understanding
Possessors of arms ever ready
and eager to caress.
Mothers, like mine,
natural-born role models,
teaching their children
right from wrong, showering them
with fruitful advice and life lessons
Mothers, like mine,
fierce protectors; shielding
their children from all shades
of harm, watching them grow
and blossom into adulthood.
Mothers, like mine,
lend their children wings
to soar across troubled seas;
over seemingly insurmountable
obstacles day in, day out.
Rarest of jewels, indeed.
I'll always love and cherish
my mother
Submitted for...
Tribute To Women Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin
Date submitted: 03/26/2022
Date originally written: 04/12/2016
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