The key

A Poem by Tepo

Her smile it comes when life is strange
Aware of every subtle change
A bullseye hit on every range
My ever watchful mum

A builder of the strongest walls
The fixer of my daily falls
Goes off to decorare some halls
The legend i call mum

She had her helpers this i know
Directing the entire show
I got to reap each seed she'd sew
My ever watchful mum

I never will forget day
An April shower washed away
The needle from the stack of hay
The legend I call mum

Still every now and then I see
A sign she's never leaving me
She gave me life and holds the key
My one and only mum

© 2021 Tepo

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Chris Shaw

Aw, I felt the glow here. I felt the love and warmth of a much loved mum. Even though she's gone you still feel her presence. Delightful write and being a mum and nan myself this little poem has so much appeal. Lovely write Tepo. Pulls on the heartstrings.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

Thanks Chris
She believed she felt presence around her so that was a very fitting comment read more

barleygirl

Having had an abusive childhood, I don't often go warm & fuzzy when I read poems about family, but this poem really reaches in & touches a person. I hardly ever feel myself being transported by an idea of a parent being a legend, since I feel so jaded, but this poem makes a believer out of me. As usual, your rhyme & rhythm hum in your signature format that I enjoy becuz it carries me away with a lilt (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie