Mother’s Day.

Every tear rolling down my face—

Young, old, tomorrow, yesterday.

They each have their own special place.

The hands of my mother; they’ll lay.

 

My strength, it always comes from you,

By reminding me the right way.

My whole life I dedicate to

Your love that never goes away.

 

Every day shining with pure love,

Through your illuminating light

Of God almighty up above,

Showing how to walk by faith, not sight.

 

No bouquet of pretty flowers

Or dark chocolates filled with cream

Will ever be enough to show

How you are the mother of my dreams.

 

Many others say that they have

The greatest mother of them all.

But there is no one who compares,

Who always picks me up when I fall.

 

One thing that I know for certain

On earth there is no woman

Who spreads and carries within

A love so strong and pure—

The love of My Mother.

All Along.

There’s nothing more beautiful than watching you sleep,

I didn’t think.

So serene and peaceful and calm you are.

In a dreaming state, you’re still a shining star.

Your hair tousled just right.

The candle light

Hits your face perfectly

In the dark night.

There’s nothing more beautiful than watching you sleep,

I didn’t think,

Until I saw the slow opening of your eyes,

When they came to show they’re fully revived.

As green as they’ve ever appeared,

Showing my emotions mirrored.

Happiness,

Thankfulness,

And nothing less,

Because in this world of a mess,

We still have each other.

Cherishing one moment after another.

Like when your eyes open,

And they are fully alive.

They are full of life.

There’s nothing more beautiful than watching you sleep,

I didn’t think.

I was wrong;

There’s been something more, all along.

A compliment.

A simple compliment can make my day.

The fact that someone took the some to say,

“You look pretty,” to make me smile,

Even just for a little while

To be called…

Beautiful,

Gorgeous,

Precious,

Cute,

By someone near,

That’s something I’ll always be thankful to hear.

But the best compliment of all

Are not the words of what someone saw,

But instead what they felt by me.

Not what they see,

But of all I could be,

All that I am.

A compliment of my inner personality…

Careless,

Happy,

Giving,

A blessing—

That’s my purpose of living.

Not for as I appear,

But for the words I speak.

What people hear,

Because what matters is not what’s on the outside—

No, none of that can serve as a guide.

What matters is that as I speak,

The Word of God is what people want to seek.

The best words I can hear

Are that people recognize

My attempt at being

Kind,

Happy,

Joyful,

Loving,

A soul that’s free.

Because of the blessings God has given me,

For Him,

I am being the best I can be.

The Candle Burns.

You take my hand and pull me up

We dance in the darkness of your room

Our love– a fresh bloom

The aroma of cinnamon, I breathe through my nose

The music flows around my ears, a song I chose

But I hear nothing,

Nothing except

The beating of our hearts.

Pressed up against one another,

Joining together.

I close my eyes and sway with you,

I lose myself in the man who will someday

See me through

The candle burns

As my arms wrap tighter around your neck

There is no place I would rather be

Than here in your arms,

Where I feel most free.