Thy Mother, My Child

Poem By Chelsi Holland

Gently into thy night my child for i watcheth thee,
Thy mother of your life I giveth you my love for free.
Yes it's my responsibility yet I do not label it like that,
For your life was truely a gift, poor or aristicrate.
None truely matters my sweet child, for you are priceless,
Looking into your eyes are my own almost timeless.
Recalls a past trapped, but actually time is unstoppable,
Because now my destiny has meaning as well as direction,
Oh beautiful, thank you, for my mind nedded correction.

Comments about Thy Mother, My Child

a very beautiful portrait of a mothers love, thankyou for sharing this, Chelsi, jane s

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