My Mother

by just a poet   Mar 2, 2008


Many search the oceans depth,
and cross the hottest deserts known,
to find a women with a heart of gold,
a beautiful women from stories of old.

Year after year the myth is told,
and each time it becomes more fictitious,
a women whose courage surpasses all,
whose kindness exceeds the angels call.

More than once the story told,
has painted a warrior maiden,
a women with strength of heart and mind,
the only such women of her kind.

Other women must have come close,
but they have yet to match her wit,
for even Athena has followed her role,
due to the purity of this womenâ??s soul.

These fables have yet to find of her faults,
no wrong words about her have been written,
she is perfection without all its flaws,
better than even Da Vinci she draws.

Her generosity has become more than a legend,
RRumorsof her selfless acts have grown,
she has given her all on many occasions,
between armed forces sheâ??s been a liaison.

Even though many have ceased to believe,
I have always known the truth,
this woman whom all want but shall never see,
is my lovely mother, she belongs to me.

Remember my mother, my hero, my heart,
no matter what happens, we shall never part.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Avrii Monrielle

    This poem is one of the best flowing ones of yours I've read =] I enjoyed the fact that you had mentioned Athena and some of the virtues.

    Kristi

    P.S. I'm probably going to be that kinda mom :P

  • 16 years ago

    by HillaryNicole

    Dat was sweet but dats my mom!LOL