Tuesday, September 13, 2011

She is...

She loves, she laughs, she cries, she smiles…

She weaves and crafts her wiles

She wonders, she amazes

She perplexes, she dazes

She dances and leaps with her graces

She hates but not often

She is tough but softens

She sings

She pulls the strings

She flies away with wings

She spies, she cons

She loves lying on freshly mowed lawns

She loves light,

She hugs everyone in sight

She has no room for hatred or spite

She is a mystery, an enigma

She is not about dogma, nor anathema

She lives life to the fullest

She loves birds especially robin redbreast

She watches it lovingly nest

She cloys

She loves certain simple joys

She teaches,

She preaches

She composes her speeches

She is called a teacher

She is a beseecher

She stands up for a cause,

She speaks with poise

She calls for thunderous applause

She has conviction in whatever she says

She has an ever-blooming smile and grace

She loves nature in all its manifestations

She loves without hesitation

She represents the nation….

Is she love?

Is she life?

Is she a lamp?

Is she a god?

Is she my mother?

I dedicate this to her…

3 comments:

  1. i am honoured, humbled,exalted, elated,confused,perplexed,enchanted, exhilarated,.....is that me you called!!!!!
    do i deserve all these, or am i dreaming all these thank you ! thank you !

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