Ode to My Young Mother

Most beautiful queen of Earth,

whose eyes reflect the joy in your womb,

a million flowers you’re worth.

 

Oh kind and gentle mother!

give me one hug,

later give me another.

 

For this day is a day of happiness,

a day neither of us will ever forget.

The day I saw your loveliness.

 

Your hair is the color of gold,

your eyes the color of honey.

I will love you even when time is old.

 

be patient during my struggles,

for you were patient when you said; “ let's make a “she”.’

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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