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…
She is the best!
ReplyDeletei am honoured, humbled,exalted, elated,confused,perplexed,enchanted, exhilarated,.....is that me you called!!!!!
ReplyDeletedo i deserve all these, or am i dreaming all these thank you ! thank you !
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