Mother Poetry: She finds happiness in whatever happiness I meet
meet,
she understands what I understand and
why I understand it,
She prays for me even when I pray for
none but myself,
She sees all the beauty I tell her I see and
delights in it through my eyes.
That is my mother. She would give me the
whole world if she could gather it in her
arms.
That is why she will never have the whole
world in her arms; that is why she will
always have the whole of my love.
I love you mom.
