To My Mother

I look into your eyes,
And see a million sparkles.
Of tears shed,
Old and new.
If only I could reach out,
And wipe each tear away,
Put smiles in their place
I would pick,
A different smile for each day,
You very own bouquet,
Fragrant.
Never to decay.

Instead, I try to fill your lap,
With hopes and dreams anew,
To see your eyes sparkle,
No more with tears for you to rue,
But joy and laughter
And more to accrue.

My world in your arms,
My shelter from the world,
My lucky loving charm.
For you, my mother,
Are life’s most precious gift to me.
For you, my dearest mother,
I even write bad poetry.

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