From the gates of heaven
I came here searching
for a person full of love
knowing not hatred
a connoisseur of Love
special feeling felt
when around
to feel it, am here
With God, I fought
none I say exist
created, He says
am here to find
Twenty one years later
realize, I do now
that she was with me
from the day one
lying in her lap
enjoying her love
her warmth, her care
I searched else where
Growing with her around
sharing every day with her
every minute I was searching
for her else where
My mother, an epitome of love
is just here, with me
in my little life
Dear God, I agree now
I came here searching
for a person full of love
knowing not hatred
a connoisseur of Love
special feeling felt
when around
to feel it, am here
With God, I fought
none I say exist
created, He says
am here to find
Twenty one years later
realize, I do now
that she was with me
from the day one
lying in her lap
enjoying her love
her warmth, her care
I searched else where
Growing with her around
sharing every day with her
every minute I was searching
for her else where
My mother, an epitome of love
is just here, with me
in my little life
Dear God, I agree now
written for One Single Impression..!!!
3 comments:
great writing!
musty scent of love
Warm, uplifting, and beautiful words here. One can only hope to be a connoisseur of love.
a beautiful poem on being a connoisseur of love, our mother...:)
i agree with in a sense that even when i am already old, my mother still has that attention and strictness in me like i am still a young girl, but i love her for that!
mothers are epitome of connoisseur of love!
thanks for sharing and taking part in this prompt of mine Ms. Meduri!
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