My Mother My Younger

 

Clouds above, swirl.

Night is dead.
Draw near mother,
heed my younger.
His life co-exist
with the flux of my heart.
May things above guide him,
souls of poets, artist, Align
with his continuum.
Little man, refuse life's
deceptions, traps.
Swear against hate,
let love relapse.
live through her eyes
and my heart.
My love, the most in
the world to you.

Craig Morris

 

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

This is a wonderful, endearing poem for your mother.
This word: Aline...should be align.

Keep up the good work:) AD