she's a lovely pink rose,
deepened colour with age.
a fragrance so fine.
she says I'm god's gift to her,
but i know it's the opposite.
she stands tall,
looking at her life.
she doesn't regret a thing.
'there's more to look forward too,
more to see from me.'
I counter to her,
that I'll be a disappointment.
I'll keep a happy face,
but crumble anyways.
and be a total disgrace.
she stroked my hair,
and pulled me up.
stood me next too her,
and turned towards me.
'look...'
she said, 'God made you,
a copy of me.
see the way you're growing.
nurturing the same way,
just like me.'
I cried tears of joy,
to me it didn't sound vain.
it was a message,
sent for me instead,
on mothers day.
Author notes
By RIP Whoever. turned 12.
PICTURE INSPIRED: too see the picture check the wonderfully awesome wallpaper for the Mother's Day contest this poem is in.
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A contest entry
- mothers day by honey bear.
600 points, ended March 13, 2007, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely write and an awesome tribute to mothers everywhere thank you for sharing this lovely write and good luck in the contest.
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its beautiful. i klove it. i feel the same way about my mother.
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this is so lovely! thank you for entering and good luck in the contest with this very wonderful dedication,
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An awsome and most beautiful dedicatin to your mother
I love the way you did it through writing about yourself. A truly uplifting write.
Good luck to you in this contest
Gaylene
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