A Mother's Love

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

by Alfred Ramos

Comments (6)

A mother’s love will make every flower bloom Nurture the air around her with her perfume With enough love for everyone to consume And so in the last of the dying light She bids me one last good night I love you Mom /////// no words can narrate mother's love.. beautiful to to remeber and cry for..... i give u 10 read mine 'P.mother' and comment on it
'From a mother’s love flows a river of believing From the womb to the tomb'... lines to stay eternal as long as poetry lives...good moving write, Alfred...I too can relate to your feel 10
A poignant message of depth and meaning! Please read 'Is Not...Perception.....Reality.'
A very moving poem from a poet of merit
You write extremely well and this is also because you write from the depth of your heart and soul. Thank you for this lovely read that lingers on long after I gave it a read. Thanks, arya
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