There is but one Mother, My Mother; <br /> So Pure, so Perfect, there could be no other. <br /> I cannot bear the thought of ever losing you, <br /> For all, and I mean All, that you do. <br /> <br /> You are so Essential to my life; <br /> Stand by to Calm all my Strife; <br /> To this End, you make every Sacrifice; <br /> There is no one else So Beautiful, So Nice. <br /> <br /> All the Archangels will Never reach your Height, <br /> For here on earth, all the Battles you do Fight. <br /> You are always, I repeat Always at my side; <br /> You are forever present as my guide. <br /> <br /> The Rose is only a Beauty, just a Glimmer <br /> Of the Magnificence of your inner Core. <br /> The thorns on your otherwise fragile Stalk <br /> Represent the Hurt that you so often Balk. <br /> <br /> You are my Mom; You gave me the World <br /> And as the Years go by, I too grow old; <br /> I know your Sacrifices, to Assure that I am well; <br /> My Love and Appreciation, no words could ever tell.<br /><br />Stuart David Smith BSc.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-my-mother/
