Poem Time
>> Tuesday, September 22, 2009
So, here's another poem from years ago. This one I wrote about my momma.
her natural beauty shines
and touches those around
she brightens up the morning
and happily greets sundown
her anger isnt wrath
but sympatheticness
for she has learned so much of life-
she always knows whats best
her love is so inviting
and reaches to the low
she picks the weak up from their glum
and helps them, then, to grow
her labor is rewarding
but she looks for no award
she's happy on one's good day
and comforts when one mourns
she's a woman of the Lord
and of moral she is true
she is pure angelic in her heart
and a mother, through and through
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and touches those around
she brightens up the morning
and happily greets sundown
her anger isnt wrath
but sympatheticness
for she has learned so much of life-
she always knows whats best
her love is so inviting
and reaches to the low
she picks the weak up from their glum
and helps them, then, to grow
her labor is rewarding
but she looks for no award
she's happy on one's good day
and comforts when one mourns
she's a woman of the Lord
and of moral she is true
she is pure angelic in her heart
and a mother, through and through
