I have been searching for a poem that might express my sense of appreciation for my mother. She is, in many ways, my hero. Raised in a quiet, modest family, she married into one that was loud and demanding and not always very kind. She was betrayed yet through all of it, managed to remain a friend to my father. I couldn't find a poem that expressed my gratitude so in a very inept way, I jotted down these thoughts:
Beauty is my mother.
Every line can tell the tale
Of days and nights, of toil and care,
Of giving life, more pain to bear,
Of peace, yea love that will not fail,
Beauty is my mother.
Beauty is my mother.
Who danced until the break of dawn,
Who smiled and laughed so quietly,
Who loved with whole heart joyously,
Who found betrayal, that mourning song,
Beauty is my mother.
Beauty is my mother.
So valiant, brave, steadfast is she-
My friend and confidante, true and deep,
Ready to go, to stay, to keep
Her word and promise, for them, for me
Thankful is her daughter.
kak
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