#MothersDayPoem

The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Your warmth gives me love,
When I'm down, your smile motivates me,
In your arms I feel safe,
Your words I keep in my heart,
To help me on my journey to adulthood,
My dear. Mama.

The scolds you give me,
Comforts me like the touch of an angel,
Even when it seems you're angry with me,
Your charity reminds me that it's only for a while,
I remember when I ache with pain,
Your back is the elixir that cures me,
The taste of your word is the balm that heals,
My dear, Mama.

Like a fire you refine me as a gold,
I glitter in your love more than a diamond,
Your feel ignites like a heavenly spark,
A divine touch that take away all sorrows,
When I behold you, I see God in you,
Because you're a symbol of purity and love,
An embodiment of care and tenderness you are,
My dear Mama.


GEORGE FREEMAN
Writer/Realtor/Educator