Halo
A mother's hold is softer than her wings,
and lighter still her voice to baby sings
with soothing words, remembered by her tears
of mother's love and joy throughout the years.
Constant songs of caring, days of living
with never a regret of selfless giving.
She keeps within a small reach of the child
her blood flows through, each memory she smiled.
A mother's love is held close to the heart
of every day, whenever they're apart,
she still can hold and comfort in her arms,
the child to whom she gave her wings and charms.
Above the angel baby she glows, high,
a halo, never falling from the sky.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-25 at 10:25
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