"loveand" poems
Someone I never really knew
She was always there for me
Watching daily as I grew
And fulfilling her duty.
A comfort figure in the haze
Doing what she had to do.
Her voice she sometimes had to raise
If I refused to don my shoe.
In truth I nevet knew my mother;
But do we ever really know
The one who loves us like no other;
The one who never lets us go?
A child like me could never see
Her tender loveand care so true.
If she was here again with me
I'd look at her with eyes anew.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC