Mothers day Poetry: My Mother
MY MOTHER My Mother, she was. Yes, she 'was', but she will be, Yes, still be With me, within me. She was not extraordinary, but yes, she was not ordinary. My MOTHER, she was, and yes, she is. She was not 'extremely' pretty, but pretty enough to attract people to smile back and talk. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She was not the so-called "well-educated", but enlightened enough to make her children well-educated. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She was not to be labelled, "Smart". but she was smart enough to run back and switch off the flame, when the earth was shaking beneath. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She was not social enough, and be the speaker amongst the crowd, but rather was a good listener, showing her intellect. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. She never told me, about good and bad. She worked on herself and taught me by her deeds. She was my MOTHER. Yes, she is. ...