My Mother
I dedicate this poem to my mother, whose kind heart still offers me great comfort on tough days.
Her eyes are gentle and fresh like daisies on a spring afternoon.
Her smile warms those around her like the morning sun against a frost.
Her deepest treasures lie within her heart.
They are the times spent with her family.
Her soft-spoken words remain private against the loud ears of society.
She captures the intentions of wicked souls with a mere glance into her eyes.
Her smile expels mystery yet her heart contains the answers to life’s mysteries.
Don’t ever try to fool her, naïve reflection doesn’t inhere her essence.
She never considers personal sacrifices to be destitution to herself.
Her greatest want is giving.
She values moments with those she loves as far more affluent than the most exorbitant gems.
My mother doesn’t realize that she is the gem of all jewels.
She adorns her family with praise and encouragement.
She softens the world with beautiful words and faith in goodness.
Her reassuring words echo in my head nearly a thousand miles away.
I hear her laughter in the face of authentic euphoria.
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