Like the flowers, through the hours, her radiance shines forth;
East or west, South's true best, she beats the mighty north.
But unlike the vibrant flower, her beauty never fades;
You can find her heart so kind among the glistening glades.
Her petals will never wither from among life's repast;
Even in death her love will shine forth what will always last.
True grace, true love, hers is forever to others to lend;
Let us listen closely, her song will never end.
3 comments:
Thank you Rachel - I love you!
You penned a very sweet poem about your mother, Rachel. Happy Birthday to her!
Blessings ~
Lacie
You're very welcome, Mama!
Thank you, Lacie! My mother is a very wonderful woman!
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