Happy
Mother's Day to my Mum,
I
am a loving and nourished Son,
As
she feeds me with her wisdom
Of
pleasing good times to come.
I
savour her flavour, a good taste
To
regurgitate, as in her nice words
Of
caring and sharing, not to waste
The
space of positivity in her cause.
She
is just and righteous, a Lady
With
a morality of some standing,
And
like the Greek God, Hades
She’s
powerful with demanding.
She
cared for her five Children alone
Now
grown up and flown and prone
To
lend a helping hand, which is grand
To
her enlightening hope in our land.
Her
hope is to care for with thought
As
she wants the best for her offspring
And
she loves with some loving ought
Of
feeding the poor – attributes to sing.
She’s
very charitable with her expenses
And
is inclined to duly share with a care,
As
she holds aloft being sadly pensive
When
it concerns a passionate flare.
©
Andrew Stevenson 04/04/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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