My Great Mother

The leaves gathered in the lifeless ground,

While the wind danced around.

I stood there looking at the scene,

Thinking my life was like a machine. 

 

It was like a record on replay,

And it was only a wednesday.

I had lost all motivation,

And procrastination had become my temptation. 

 

I thought of how to finish this week.

My life is really too bleak.

But then came a savior like no other,

My great mother. 

 

Every word she speaks is a beautiful melody.

She turns my reality into fantasy.

Her jokes bring me delight.

She makes me feel that all will be alright. 

 

I can see her rough hands,

Showing her work’s extraneous demands. 

It's them that motivate me,

And it's them that empower me .

 

My purpose has become clear.

I have to persevere.

For her, my vital force,

I will succeed in life’s course. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Guide that inspired this poem: 
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741