My Mother, My Host and Friend

For Mary Valentine

I have a mother whose love is greater than all the stars above.
At a tender age, she hosted me from an embryo to maturity.
I became the apple of her eyes, her little teddy bear.
It pained her heart so much to see me cry.
She took me gently to her bosom and wiped the tears from my eyes.
The love of my mother I cant find anywhere else.
How can I ever repay her for bringing me into this world?
Shes the reason Im so happy, my mother, my host and friend.

Now shes old and has lost some of her vigour and vim,
But the work of her hands still bears good fruits.
Its been many years since Ive seen the pretty smile on her face.
She resides somewhere in a foreign land far away.
And when she surrenders her life, may God remember her kindness.
The portrait of a beautiful woman will remain in my heart until I die.
And God, you know how much I love her.
Shes the most capable woman I know, my mother, my host and friend.
Written by PittinixDesigns
Author's Note
I wrote this poem for my mom.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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