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.