Open Poetry #2 |
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Mamma's Wings |
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MiLady Junior Member
since 1999-09-14
Posts 14Endicott, NY,USA |
(I never truely appreciated all the sacrifices my mother had made for me through the years until I became a mother myself...this is dedicated to the most unselfish, loving woman I know..my mom.) I saw them on her back again Though others may not see I guess that I first noticed them When I was two or three At first I knew not what they were Or if they were real for sure But as time went on and I got old I saw them even more They grew in length as time went by Spanning more from year to year At times they got so heavy For my loving mom to bare Each day I saw their color Seem to change to brighter gold She acted it they were nothing For my mom was never bold Sometimes I did not see them But I am sure they were still there I guess my eyes were blinded When I was selfish and did not care But mom she'd spread her wings And use them to hold me tight And soon I 'd see those wings again Often in a different light She made so many sacrifices Always giving of her self She bore the weight of those great wings For everyone including myself My mom she is an angel For this I finally see She was sent down from the heavens To take good care of me So if you see my mother Be careful of her wings She's carried me through life so long On those fragile little things |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
What a great metaphor! I can picture those wings, Milady. Lovely piece. |
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