We always spread pure butter on our toast in the morning,
Strong tea, with a large dash of hope and love entwined,
We were like a surprise parcel, so carefully bind,
Secrets, dreams, past internal scars all to find,
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Hazel, your mother is a pride for you all and in her we have to see the completeness of fine womanhood that has to tell about the universal truth that mother has no substitute. As one who lost his mother long before he was four years old, I missed my mother and your mother reminds me of the world I have ever been missing. A good poem to be revisited.
memories last forever. written with nice metaphor. lovely images.
oh! rose bloom for me nice frnd. good job.i can feel the fragnance. no need to say more. thnx for sharing
With delicacy, colours vibrant with memories that will never cease, Petals falling gracefully in the morning breeze. [3 I love them.. meaningful poem I love the last two lines as well! !
Hmmm...sure ur mom would be smiling with each read...nice work
Beautifully written with strong detailed memories. I enjoyed your tribute poem to your mother very much.
Mother is fragrance and love embodied in human form. Physically she may be away to other world but fragrance of her memories are always there in our hearts...a lovely tribute to mother's love'
......memories that will never cease indeed! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! mother is the nucleus of the house, the binding force! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! i endorse for the reason of the blooming of the roses! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
A lovely and kind tribute Hazel. Keep the memories alive by keeping her in your poetry.
Really beautiful Hazel, and a wonderful tribute to your mother.
A very compassionate beautifully penned tribute. Wonderful and heartfelt rendition. Thanks for sharing.