Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2018
Time, really, would fail to tell
What Mother means to me;
Friend, guardian and love.
A precious gem from above.

Looking upon her, I see
A woman who has given me
Life, hope, and all she could,
So I can be all that I should.

But the sacrifices made
When much of herself she gave
Will always be the noble part
That I will cherish in my heart.

Thank God for my momma,
She’s as precious as can be.
I’ll ever love and cher'sh her.
She is the world to me.
Written by
walterrean salley  usa
(usa)   
82
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems