my mother

my mother is the sweetest and most delicate of all.

She knows more of paradise

Than angels can recall.

She's not only beautiful

But passionately young,

Playful as a kid, yet wise

As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,

A bubbling, laughing spring

That runs through all like liquid light

And makes the mountains sing

 

 

i'm proud of you, mom