Precious Gift
My mother's voice,
is the sweetest symphony -
when life becomes troublesome,
soothes like an orchestra of angels.
When there is darkness,
becomes a beacon of light,
guiding when tides are turbulent,
healing like a meticulous nurse.
My mother is my identity,
her love is my poetry,
yet the pen can never justify,
the magnificence of her mothering.
My mother is my most precious gift,
as affectionate as tranquil nature,
as delicate and fragrant like Jasmine,
an enchanted lullaby, only my heart feels.
Silent One
30 March 2019
Sunday 31 March, is mother's day here in the UK.
Nothing in this world as precious as a mother, I wish every mum
a beautiful day...
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