Moms
by Tom Zart
Millions of dewdrops greet the dawn
As hungry bees buzz the clover,
Dazzling butterflies flutter about
As moms give love the world over.
Lessons learned at our mother's knee
Last a lifetime till we grow older,
Popping up when troubles accrue
Like a whispering angel on our shoulder.
God gives us friends that mean so much,
Children, fathers, sisters and brothers,
Though far, far above all the rest,
No one loves us more than our mothers.
In and out of friendships, jobs and partners,
Our mothers always remain our evening star.
Those who where born to a selfish mom
Make the rest us realize how lucky we are.
How great life is to have a good mom,
Who reads what we feel but can't say.
Nothing means as much as her tender touch,
And for all who are without one, "we pray."
volume 12(9)
May 1, 2008
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Tom Zart, all rights reserved.
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