There is a poem in a book <br />and every time I read it, <br />this poem just brings me to tears. <br />I have read it many times <br />during my growing years. <br />I have kept it from a child <br />so near to my heart. <br />Yet I canot read a line <br />without the tears begining to start. <br />The poem reads of a lady, <br />who was always good and kind; <br />her generosity was sunshine <br />the best you could ever find. <br />Her smile was like treasure <br />that glittered in the night. <br />Her eyes were like stars, <br />glowing in the moonlit night. <br />Her touch was like silk, <br />that was spun from the finest gold. <br />Her age had given her wisdom <br />with youthfullness untold. <br />My love for this poem, <br />has been my comfort over the years, <br />it has held me together <br />and banished all my fears. <br />The fears of being left fartherless <br />at a very young age. <br />When my mother had to turn <br />another lifetime page. <br />She held the family together <br />without no worries and fears, <br />that is why this certain poem <br />always brings me to tears. <br />It has a perfect description <br />of one, and there is no other. <br />Of this once great perfect woman, <br />who remains my beloved Mother. <br /> <br />(In memory of you my friend and Mother)<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-2/
