Mothers are flowers in the springtime
Others are the smell hugging and humming
a new song of love on a harp strumming
She is the sweet tea and weaving rhyme
A dedicated weaver uses needles and knots
Colorful threads sewing hurt hearts herself
Hours, days sewing to keep warmed her hoggs
Mothers are unconditional lovers not self
Running, drumming, stunning but then mumming
Sewing machine sounds make me fall asleep
She cares about me, hemming chants so sweet
They're warm scented quilts involving and loving
by Gutemberg Fox
List of recommendations: Poetry, Poem, Literature, Mother, Motherhood, Love
2 comments:
Hello Gutemberg,
Very nice poem indeed. Mothers are one of the best things in life. How did you celebrate the day?
Warm hugs from Brasilia
Jose Antonio
It's beautiful!!!
I think your mom must be too proud of you... hehehe...
Congratulations! I loved your blog.
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