Mother, your were the first lady,
Who painted my cheeks with angelic kisses at birth,
And the first one who adorned my soul with wealth,
Tenderness, charity and sincerity.
Today is the day that we celebrate all mothers,
All women - young, old and deceased, and all future mothers.
Spring, the season of flowers and lovers,
Continues to enchant the hearts of the blue baby quakers.
****** Mary, I think of you all the time; welcome me
In your heart. Mona Lisa, imaginary lady,
I love your smile and your gaze. Mom, Mom,
Let me dream for the last time on your *****
Henceforth, I would like to entertain you daily,
And when the bell rings your anniversary,
I'll surely rush to dive deeper in your lovely pool,
Under the sparkling of the stars, under the clear moon.
Mother, you were the one who showed me the difference
Between night and day. You fed me during the day,
And at nighttime, you put me to sleep like a prince,
Amidst the air filled-up with a soft jasmine scent of May.
The sweet souvenirs of your unconditional care
Caution me to love all mild-mannered women;
I can feel flowing in my veins, in my organs,
All day long a succulent taste of a ripe pear.
You know very well my faults and my qualities,
Please ask God at vespers, before I fall asleep with the Muses,
To bring back in my ears the humming memories,
So I can dream peacefully under the spells of your melodies.
Copyright© May 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
Mother, your were the first lady,
Who painted my cheeks with angelic kisses at birth,
And the first one who adorned my soul with wealth,
Tenderness, charity and sincerity.
Today is the day that we celebrate all mothers,
All women - young, old and deceased, and all future mothers.
Spring, the season of flowers and lovers,
Continues to enchant the hearts of the blue baby quakers.
****** Mary, I think of you all the time; welcome me
In your heart. Mona Lisa, imaginary lady,
I love your smile and your gaze. Mom, Mom,
Let me dream for the last time on your *****
Henceforth, I would like to entertain you daily,
And when the bell rings your anniversary,
I'll surely rush to dive deeper in your lovely pool,
Under the sparkling of the stars, under the clear moon.
Mother, you were the one who showed me the difference
Between night and day. You fed me during the day,
And at nighttime, you put me to sleep like a prince,
Amidst the air filled-up with a soft jasmine scent of May.
The sweet souvenirs of your unconditional care
Caution me to love all mild-mannered women;
I can feel flowing in my veins, in my organs,
All day long a succulent taste of a ripe pear.
You know very well my faults and my qualities,
Please ask God at vespers, before I fall asleep with the Muses,
To bring back in my ears the humming memories,
So I can dream peacefully under the spells of your melodies.
Copyright© May 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.