Her silver hair reflects her age and wisdom,
Knowledge acquired along the years of her life.
Enlightenment in days lived to see emotions to blossom;
Seeds she made flourish from spring to autumn.
Seasons of falls leave a sign - grey color begins to shine.
Her silver hair reflects her age and wisdom.
Words of experience she shares with affection,
Tender and loving thoughts spread in time,
Enlightenment in days lived to see emotions to blossom.
New lives in her garden of love have grown,
Children became adults, they are her prize.
Her silver hair reflects her age and wisdom.
Gathered useful information, she passes as a drum
With loud sound of an understanding, so wise!
Enlightenment in days lived to see emotions to blossom.
With open flowers in her life, she'll never be lonesome;
Solitary, sometimes by choice, for her thoughts to stylize.
Her silver hair reflects her age and wisdom,
Enlightenment in days lived to see emotions to blossom.





Mothers are just about everything, well most are. May Tom and Tess one day write something this beautiful for you. If not, whack them with a pointy stick!




Sam











I will keep trying for, "nothing beats a failure but a try".










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