Mom

My mom is living, but this poem flowed out without a thought.

As I look upon the sky,

I know where my heart doth lie

It lies within my mind which is in the clouds,

And above this earth

To the woman that held me dear,

Ever since my birth

My mom has been there for me,

She loves me more than I know

So to her I raise a glass,

And give a toast so true

"To you I give my heart,

I love you more and more

You are within my soul,

and shall be forever more".

Reviews

[Lee E. Powell]

I loved this poem, it was touching.

Also mechanicaly it flowed well, great timing.

[psychotic lovliness]

That is a lovely poem. Its nice to see someone being loving and caring towards there mother when so many people give nothing but disrespect. Well written.

[Samuel Dickens]

I love to see such love and admiration for one's mother. A nice poem, Stacy.