Sunday, October 3, 2010

Mom




The pillow that supports;
The blanket that warms.

The light that illuminates the path;
The steady hand that guides.

The meal that nourishes;
The beverage that quenches.


The stream that refreshes;
The ripple that ponders.

The breeze that carries;
The flower that blossoms.

The shield that protects;
The alarm that warns.

The sounding board that listens;
The silence that understands without judgment.

The salt that flavors;
The sugar that sweetens.

The palette that colors;
The composition that sings.

The calendar that marks the day;
The clock that keeps the time.

The friend who you can depend on;
The mother who is always there.

1 comment:

  1. That is a great poem. Although you missed the last part where you talk about how she affected you. The "because of you" part. But seriously, great poem.

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