This lady is soft as a peddle of a rose;
Clean and clear as a flawless sky.
She stands erect with pride like a tree to it's sun;
Traces of gold sparkles from her eyes.
Sweet as nectar sipped by a bee in early spring;
Caressing as a candlestick glow.
She soars with the birds inside an angel's palm;
Protected as she sways to and fro.
Her smile shines brightly like a sparkling jewel;
More beautiful than a starry night.
Behold! She's such a pleasing sight!
You mustn't dream nor wish to view her as I;
For she walks our earth, no further.
She'll greet you with grace, yet steal your breath;
Some may claim her magical...
To me, she's my mother. |
