I held her hand as tight as I could <br />Even though I knew it would not do much good <br />Her breath was shallow and weak <br />If only my eyes could speak <br />She would see I felt just as much pain <br />And the tears I’m trying to contain <br />I don’t want her to know <br />I’m having a real problem letting her go <br />That a piece of me was dying too <br />As another side of darkness was slipping through <br />Her pulse was dull, her color was lead <br />Her skin was clammy, as I wiped perspiration off her head <br />You could find adoration seeping through her pores <br />For a mother’s love opens many doors <br />An aura of unconditional love radiates from her face <br />A grimace meant as a smile instead is in its place <br />As she seeks her last moments of serenity <br />A strength transcends from which I have no identity <br />There is a hidden beauty in her silent breathing <br />From a mother’s love flows a river of believing <br />From the womb to the tomb <br />A mother’s love will make every flower bloom <br />Nurture the air around her with her perfume <br />With enough love for everyone to consume <br />And so in the last of the dying light <br />She bids me one last good night <br />I love you Mom<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-s-love-32/
