Happy Mother’s Day to all! Time to put our act together and give that great moment to our dear mum. Mother does not mean biological only. In some circumstances, anyone who looks after children is a mother; Aunties, Uncles, Single dads and even older siblings can turn out to be one. In the world where technology can reach the remotest part of every continent, it is easy enough to greet at least and say that sweet word__I love you, mum. Indeed, I am one of the luckiest beings that at my age, my mum is around. I can take her out to lunch and spoil__ to thank her for giving me life who carried me for many months and cared for me for plenty of moons without sleep whenever I get grumpy or just wanted to play in the middle of the night. Through the years, my Nanay has been with my ups and more so when I was down. No other being can match the love of our mothers. When I became a mum, I never thought how hard it would be; not taught at school. Being a mother is over and above the round-the clock duty; it is way more than that. Utterly, mothers are institution; the life-long endeavour that they give to their children; incredibly remarkable. I dedicate this poetry to my beloved mother Tess and all the mums. May we have a blessed and spectacular day! We deserve it!
By: Virginia Close
One could only imagine; the love that you bring; so to speak, everlasting and never-ending.
The continuous care you give is unrivaled.
Under the moonlight, you walk with me. In the panorama of the dusk,
We pass as if you are the light.
In the bright sunny day, you are there to put cover on my head.
In the bumping of the crowd, with calmness and finesse, you protect.
Many hiccups I have encounter; you take it away in a flash.
In the break of the dawn, a smiling face you will greet.
In the resting of the sun; a beam in your features;
With no halt appears. No matter how tired you are;
Still, you have the energy to do the balance.
Amazingly, you are a woman with vigour and zest.
Beautiful in the heart –
PUREST IN THE SOUL.
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
The reverie of my youth is a splendid realm;
myth like — a saga in Wonderland;
with the fairies all around.
The euphoric twinkling as I promenade the
byway; with my mother all triumphal
as I walk — with such flare.
She is shouting with joy as I do my first few
steps; crying with tears of glee when
I continue to paddle my glare.
When I talk, she patiently listens to my
stuttering voice, so to tell, that is so!
Mama graciously — corrected
each phrase with the leer. One sunny day,
the laughter of my mum dominates
in the air; when she sees me
eating with the kitten in my room very dear.
As I feed the creature in my own
little hands; mama gladly
whispers, you are the kitten’s mummy just like me.
As I move to my path; my mother is there all
along. In my lows, she will
console me with such grace and poise. When I
triumph, she celebrates and regards all
my blessing from High Above.
My mother is such a star that will outdo all the
Hollywood stars. The constellation will agree
without a doubt.
Mama, I adore you with all my totality.
Heart – soul – spirit; shout from the core;
I will love you — forever and