SHE

A hope, a warmth and a strength

She is the strongest

And made me stronger.

She has an independent voice

And made me independent.

She is love

And taught me how to love.

A glory..

She is the way she is;

And made me the way I am.

She yells, screams and upset

But not forget to cuddle and care.

When I said can't, she corrected me can

My Gita, Sita and Prutha.

It's not to say sorry thanks or love

A connection of cell and soul.

A story..

She is the way she is;

And made me the way I am.

Her work from dawn to dusk

And protect like a husk.

She lived for people, plants, cats and dogs

Emotions never clogs.

My umb cord

An angel..

She is the way she is;

And made me the way I am.

Reviews

[Marie-Louise.]

Reading this again, this is a very special poem full
Of appreciation and love and understanding of you’re mother. Full of feeling. I love it.

[Marie-Louise.]

She is all loving mothers. If you are as she made you “the way she is” then she was successful and you “are just like your mother!” As I am sure everyone must tell you! a beautiful tribute.