Mother

When lost, i found all answers in my mom's love.. rhyming flows on its own..

when together, form a special bond,

when apart , are feathers torn..

me and my mom ,

the only reason to live, is her..

the cause of every smile is she

and the source of my perfectness..

yes thats me and my mom

from life's all cruel faces,

was protected with that shield,

never knew how it looked,

till time wept her away frm me,

now i know how different it could ve been,

without n with her in the storm

because thats me and my mom

some memories still last

to bring some back is one of my task

to make all fake smiles true again,

to make live her life again

would ve to make no stone unturned

now thats its my turn

to hug and kiss and care in return

to cook and entertain in all furn

must be something more i can do

yes because thats me and my mom

the relationship is old but the bond rare

am endin my 20's now,

but still feel like a new born,

times changed so much

she looks like my child now

cant judge whos daughter and whos mom

but it seems to be so true

today she lives for me n i for her

yes u guessed it right

because thats me and my mom.

Reviews

[Emily]

Love this poem! I wrote a poem about my mom too!