|I wrote this poem in a hurry, but the sentiment is still there, I gave it to my Mom yesterday.
You may tell me that the stars above do shine
you may say that the field of roses in the garden do
take thy breath away,
you may reveal to me a wonder of the world
like no other,
you may read to me in accented tongue, a love sonnet by Shakespeare,
such glory to thine own ears,
you may show me all the beauties of life,
but none do compare to thy beauty of my Mother.
By Melissa Honeybee