More Precious Than GoldA Poem by Trisha Logan HilleryOde To My MotherWhen to my mother my thoughts gently drift, I picture her face and the beauty therein Though worn and weathered through sickness and wear her countenance will never hint of despair. Her arms open wide to welcome a child a kiss and a hug so tender and mile Memories of her kitchen are ones that I treasure, conversations held there deliver so much pleasure The smell of her baking a joy to behold my mother you see is more precious than gold © 2016 Trisha Logan Hillery |
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