My Mother
A stem of bluebells, beautiful;
Softly tinkling in the wind.
A soft heart and person so soulful;
The only one of a kind!
Her softest feathery touch,
That tells you, you’re loved so much!
Her soft hoarse voice;
Always respecting your own choice.
She supports you no matter what you decide;
Her attention is with you; she’ll never divide!
A whispered “I love you” in your ear;
Soft enough only you can hear;
And when your heart is sore, is aching;
And your hands are trembling, shaking;
To her you can unpack, complain;
Talk to her about all your pain.
Your sad story you can share;
Tell her everything, she’s always there.
Her tender heart is always open;
To tend to your ache, your heart that’s broken.
A mother’s tender loving care;
With you she will always share;
She’s my tender loving mother.
A kind soul like no other!
A stem of bluebells, beautiful;
Softly tinkling in the wind.
A soft heart and mother so soulful!
My mother, one of a kind!
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