• Devotion


    Mother of two, always there.
    Relentlessly showing how much she cares.
    Young in body, wise in age.
    Always knowing if we had any pain.
    Needless things we got if we asked.
    Never thinking of all we've done in the past.
    Miracle of life she gave us both.
    Always happy and willing to boast.
    Handfull we were, but slowly we grew.
    Never thinking about what we put her though.
    Now we're grown, but still her babies.
    As the love grows stronger though the ages.

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    JaLaw commented on Mother


    Your poems are so beautiful. Nice work.

    chadallac74 commented on Mother


    What great imagery here... I felt it! Very nicely done :)

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

    crisanta’s Poems (4)

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    Mother 2
    Handful Of Love 0
    My Boy 2
    Exsisting 1