To my MotherA Poem by Jonathan CuzBubbawiczOde to the Woman that made me the man I am.
In the Tapestry of life, your threads they are spun,
From Dawns First light, until the day is done. Your voice, a melody that dances in my mind, Echoes of your wisdom, in every heart I find. You are the roots that cradle my soul, The gentle whispers that make me whole. In every lesson you taught, every story your weave, A lighthouse guiding me, even when I grieve. With hands of grace, you shaped my way, Through storms of doubt, you taught me to stay. You are the shield that guards my heart, A steadfast fortress, Never to part. So keep your words sharp, your notions clear, In your fierce love, I have no fear. Forever Bitching, No lies only care, A reminder of love, woven thick in the air. Every heart beat a testament, every breath a vow, To honor the spirit in me, from you, I allow. Dear Mother, Know this truth, unwavering and bright, All the good that shines in me, came from your light. © 2024 Jonathan CuzBubbawicz |
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Added on November 4, 2024 Last Updated on November 4, 2024 AuthorJonathan CuzBubbawiczKey West, A Little bit of all of them, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a middle aged man, Life has been a adventure, one thing I have lived by is not saying no. I have traveled to every corner of the globe, Stayed in Lavish hotels, Slept in slum houses with dirt flo.. more..Writing
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