mother


To you

as my trip will be after tomorrow ,
i feel so sad and torn to leave you again
My mother ,my dear ,my lover
After it's too late ,i know how much you love me
Now i write with trembling fingers
Shy eyes to see what i write
And i start with a tear and a gasp
For air that you breath with me
You cook with love and wash with tenderness
You iron our cloths with your warm passion
You dance to make us happy
And cry when we suffer from thirst
How lovely to have a mother like you
if there is just one in this galaxy
May god protect you with every step
And forgive me for my bad deeds
i made you angry through my life
Sorry mom cause you all i need,




Poetry by HUDA
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Written on 2009-07-19 at 23:56

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To refer to your mother as 'my lover' you would have to live in my neck of the woods my lover! Cornwall, but that aside, I liked your tribute to your mother. There is no stronger love than that of a mothers...well done, despite the trebling fingers, you produced a fine poem.

Smiling at you

Tai, a mother too
2009-07-20