She Walks In Grace

Why I Don't Write For You...

Why I don't write for you...

Words, though mighty, fail
To describe the depths my love 
Most profound, most absolute

So I invoke my emotions of equal yoke

Ink of tears, writing from the shed of another tier

For a mother who walks in grace 

Her name the meaning of my life
Her progress a song of harmony

A Goddess who birthed a Sun

To reflect your resplendent glow

Mom, be still and know...

My love for you is more than I can show

Perfection is sought after but can never be attained
My perception of your attitude has perfection in its frame

You were there in the beginning and in hardship you remain

In life and in death, I shall honor your name

Why I don't write for you...
Your greatness mocks poetry
Approximating what you mean to me reeks of impropriety

For how can feeble words describe someone akin to deity?

Reviews

[gabrielle]

Truly, no words or verse can capture the essence of a mother’s love.

[Rocans (Asher)]

None. Hence the irony of this poem. I actually wrote it for my mother's birthday, which was yesterday. Thank you for acknowledging it.