Open Poetry #37 |
A Poem for Mother |
bubblesleave Member
since 2006-03-04
Posts 197Bloomington, IN |
Words are merely symbols... little comfort can they bring, when the heart is breaking and the soul is filled with pain. Though it's hard to find one happy thought on a day that's sad, we know his will is always done and it is never bad. The breeze so gently sways a rose... the eye admires this so, yet underneath, in thorny bed, the wind there too does blow. A sunrise is so wonderful... our souls uplift in praise but we would never witness one if night-time stayed away. So may this hill that you must climb place you nearer heaven's throne. And may each tear that you must cry hold peace, soon to be born. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I liked this one very much! I'm sure your Mother must, too. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"A sunrise is so wonderful... our souls uplift in praise but we would never witness one if night-time stayed away." Excellent poem Bubbles. It's hard to write of mothers without being trite but you've done it. |
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