A Poem For Librada Esguerra
A beloved mother and a great Pisces,
She is full of pure red roses.
From humane thoughts to hearts and shapes,
Friends and family are indeed as sweet as grapes.
The best and dearest virtues she always holds and claims,
Value of hers truly written on her name.
An upper crust known for her devotion to her husband.
Gracious and self-effacing bond as her fond.
Eternally grateful for your thoughtfulness,
Thank you for extending a helping hand when we're a mess.
Your loving star sign with the element of water,
Put a great price on the first impression with a high sense of humor.
The empathy of Neptune she ever found,
Held up high with her feet on the ground.
March's noblewoman with letters in sublime,
Optimistic Grand-Ma good at leisure time.
For you, I wrote this humble poem;
Words are telling 'You are not alone', you're a home.
As lively and vibrant as a blinking star at night,
As gentle embraces of spring–like as morning lights that bright.
From the clattering days to the calmness of Sunday,
And your shuddering lonely breaths will surely go away.
Good Lord, you're blessed with family's love as strong as bricks,
With hugs and kisses as soft as the finest fabrics.
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She is full of pure red roses.
From humane thoughts to hearts and shapes,
Friends and family are indeed as sweet as grapes.
The best and dearest virtues she always holds and claims,
Value of hers truly written on her name.
An upper crust known for her devotion to her husband.
Gracious and self-effacing bond as her fond.
Eternally grateful for your thoughtfulness,
Thank you for extending a helping hand when we're a mess.
Your loving star sign with the element of water,
Put a great price on the first impression with a high sense of humor.
The empathy of Neptune she ever found,
Held up high with her feet on the ground.
March's noblewoman with letters in sublime,
Optimistic Grand-Ma good at leisure time.
For you, I wrote this humble poem;
Words are telling 'You are not alone', you're a home.
As lively and vibrant as a blinking star at night,
As gentle embraces of spring–like as morning lights that bright.
From the clattering days to the calmness of Sunday,
And your shuddering lonely breaths will surely go away.
Good Lord, you're blessed with family's love as strong as bricks,
With hugs and kisses as soft as the finest fabrics.
© All Rights Reserved