MY MOTHER

My mother is now growing.
Wrinkles have started to appear
          on her face.
Her eyes glow with the fire of
          love mingled with kindness
         for her spouse and children.
When she has a problem about her
         children, she has the habit of
          twisting her nose especially
          when she is disgusted.
          of small things, she can create lovely
And behind it all, she has a heart of
           gold ready to forgive.
On her sweet voice echoes her
           everlasting love.
He voice would quaver when ever we
           would pout or grumble at her.
And when she asks for forgiveness of
           our faults we have committed,
           she remains the same ever true
           and persevering.
She has "beautiful hands that do" for out
          objects and at the same time keep our
          home a place where an atmosphere of
          love and understanding abide.
Her hair is now a mass of silver and gold
          threads yet the days move, she becomes
          more loved, honoured, and adored.
She is growing old, yes, but in our hearts she
          will still be the young mother of yesterdays,
          whose caresses will grow brighter each day.
She will fore ever remain the unfading woman of
          her children.