You are the word for god
on my childish lips
the true reason for my life.
You are face of the moon
in my tear lace eyes
when the world does turn to night
You are the lips of the sun
at my deaf fall ears
when reason loses its sight.
You are the hand of the stars
of my eternal soul
when it needs to take flight.
Your are my mother
so true and kind
to love you is only right.
In a list
A contest entry
- A Piece for a Mother by Ransomed-n-Redeemed.
300 points, ended July 30, 2007, 43 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very Good Poem
It was a very beautiful poem by a beautiful lady if this is your picture on the authors page and you were the writer. Not trying to be funny but I saw the RANSOMED-N-REDEEEMED an was a bit confused.
"BOO"
LiKED THE STYLE
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this poem is beautiful and very true. Nice job, good lucki n the contest.
~R&R -
Beautiful
Truly a beautiful write you have here it brought tears to my eyes
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