Mother

You were telling me stories from once, 
You were changing my sadness in happiness
My soul is a part a part of you
More than the eyes or eyebrows.
Mother, you are the one who was always with me.
You had a trinket, whom I've broken.

You were so upset!
But believe me, my soul was hurt seeing you like this.
Mother, I'm the one who's always with you.
Mother, mother, stop fretting.
I'm still staying on your knees.
In the nights when we were talking until late,

We were forgetting the roles, we were becoming friends.
The blood wasn't the only one who connected us, 
Mother, we were like one soul.
When I was walking confident on my way,
You, from under your furrowed brows,
You were starting every new day with love.

Mother, you are the one who was always with me.
Mother, mother, stop fretting.
Your words are always in my heart.
Mother, mother, stop fretting.
My heart is always near you.
Mother, mother, stop fretting.

Your words are always in my heart.
In the nights when we were talking until late,
We were forgetting the roles, we were becoming friends.
The blood wasn't the only one who connected us, 
Mother, we were like one soul.
When I was walking confident on my way,

You, from under your furrowed brows,
You were starting every new day with love.
Mother, you are the one who was always with me.
Mother, mother, stop fretting.
My heart is always near you.
Mother, mother, stop fretting.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Stevie Wonder was quoted as saying; ‘Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love’. Your wonderful composition highlights the emotional consequences of being a mother and the non ending ‘fretting’ over their children. The poetic text reflets the child’s reaction to these fears – great write!

[Anthony (aka Mr.e)]

I'll never forget mom's persistent concern over every aspect of my life prior to her passing.

Nicely composed piece, thanks for sharing

[LylaCrystal]

I am very glad that you liked my poem. Thank you for the review

[Great Aunt Astri]

Do you know, this brought a tear to my eye! Mother, mother, stop fretting! Yes, daughters do grow up and become a friend and yes ...'You had a trinket, whom I've broken' .....it's hard, but thank God for daughters!

[LylaCrystal]

Thank you very much for your review. I read some of your poems today and I loved them.
Lyla :)