What I Feel No Words Could Bear

What would be of me
if you could be with me

How would be my present days
if ever you were spared other few days

I open wide my heart so as you I can see
and stand in awe of the woman I would see!

I will not weep or tend to lament
just swallow every moan and each lament

I knelt to the grace of God’s Hands
for the blessing to kiss my mother’s hands

I prayed for a time to once again see you
graced with your presence and a kiss from you

The woman I see as I close my eyes
that’s you, mum, the apple of my eyes

I do remember now my promise and vow
in my words I’d honour your Beauty I avow

Precious praiseworthy parent, my very pride
a sweet scented Rose, a lofty tree in your pride

Envy could not sow its seeds into my heart
as your passionate Love would immune my heart

Here I am on a special day that honours every dear mum
what I feel no words could bear as you are not here, mum.