Things she taught


How she made me realize,
That what I do is called love,
That I am entitled to be loved,
Despite the flaw and the fault.
Once I was told,
How uncanny I were,
How my lack of love to the race,
Made me unworthy to be loved.

But my love child when born,
I knew I was wronged,
By everyone who ought to love,
For the reason of their own.
She gave me love in return,
For all my eerie horridness,
She told me there's nothing wrong,
In being the way I am.

She made the mother in me proud,
In return took pride in being mine,
If not for her whose name is smile,
My life would have been a void space.
I thank this little lady from my heart
For the mirror she held against me
Where I can see a stunning self
Beaming and cheering in lustrous love

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem