MY POEM -AS A TRIBUTE TO MY DEAREST MOTHER.
It´s Mother's Day & Time. I miss my dear mother!!
She had the gentlest heart.
Mountains or all may crumble into the sea,
But she stays on my mind, where she won´t ever part.
Melodies of grace, I hear her singing.
She dwells in Heaven with the Lord,
On Mother's Day and all year round.
Love would be all for my upbringing,
For I truly was the gem of her eyes.
Mother is in tune with the Angels´s Choir.
I remember mother´s sweet voice,
Singing Gospel songs on Sundays
With auntie at the piano in a Church Mass.
As my life will pass,…
I stand now watching the prairies' trees,
Imagining the domain of Lord´s Heavenly Kingdom
With my mother in choir singing in the breeze,
As I shed my lonely tears over the mantelpiece.
Golden songs, bright Angels play.
The moonlight reflects upon the bay.
The gentle breeze touches the trees.
The scent of pines and morning dew
Moisten –softly- all blossoms and leaves.
My mother´s virtues were the best collection
Of all poems, songs and flowers.
Her deep celestial life rests in colorful rainbows,
With Heavenly wings and blessing´s showers.
All beauties sparkle, lovely nature´s wonders
And carol songs bring her ways and memories back.
I miss my dear mother, the jewels of her art.
My mother had indeed, the gentlest heart.
AUTHOR: SAD STARRY, MISSING MY DEAREST MOM.
It´s Mother's Day & Time. I miss my dear mother!!
She had the gentlest heart.
Mountains or all may crumble into the sea,
But she stays on my mind, where she won´t ever part.
Melodies of grace, I hear her singing.
She dwells in Heaven with the Lord,
On Mother's Day and all year round.
Love would be all for my upbringing,
For I truly was the gem of her eyes.
Mother is in tune with the Angels´s Choir.
I remember mother´s sweet voice,
Singing Gospel songs on Sundays
With auntie at the piano in a Church Mass.
As my life will pass,…
I stand now watching the prairies' trees,
Imagining the domain of Lord´s Heavenly Kingdom
With my mother in choir singing in the breeze,
As I shed my lonely tears over the mantelpiece.
Golden songs, bright Angels play.
The moonlight reflects upon the bay.
The gentle breeze touches the trees.
The scent of pines and morning dew
Moisten –softly- all blossoms and leaves.
My mother´s virtues were the best collection
Of all poems, songs and flowers.
Her deep celestial life rests in colorful rainbows,
With Heavenly wings and blessing´s showers.
All beauties sparkle, lovely nature´s wonders
And carol songs bring her ways and memories back.
I miss my dear mother, the jewels of her art.
My mother had indeed, the gentlest heart.
AUTHOR: SAD STARRY, MISSING MY DEAREST MOM.
MY SWEET DEAR MOM IS IN HEAVEN WAITING FOR ME...
