The glory of the day is yet to come <br />Darkness of night waiting for the holy one <br />The lady of mauve and rose' <br />A short expression before starting her day. <br /> <br />I have your fragrance that surrounds <br />To welcome and give and have no bounds <br />She still hasn't decided to come out of her room <br />Perhaps I should enter and dispense of any gloom. <br /> <br />She has to be the loveliest of all the lovely in her gowns <br />Sheen's of gold, red and orange and no sounds <br />The light is there for her to ascend the staircase <br />O' My God this beautiful creation with the golden face. <br /> <br />Her crown, her gift that did precede <br />This beautiful woman as a Mother to carry the egg and seed <br />You come as an atonement and also to renew <br />O' God for my Mother; my eternal praise to you. <br /> <br />She has left her room to enter our life <br />As our Mother, her child and O' God a wife <br />My Mother you always gave and took naught <br />You were and you are; more than ever we could have sought. <br /> <br />You come out of the hand that holds the sun <br />O' My God it is your hand; of the sacred one. <br /> <br />10-28-05 Aho Speaks<br /><br />AHO Speaks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mothers-6/
