Love From A Son
(Or a Daughter)
Is a treasured gift
There is no mountain we cannot climb,
Too reach your heart,
Or feel your embrace.
No argument can split us apart.
To make our mothers proud,
Seems to be our hardest quest.
Because sometimes we feel it's all a mess.
Yet we are still blessed, to call you...
Mother.
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Authors note: This has been the most challenging poem I've written, despite it not being the greatest, I have seen alot of people doing "reply" poems which I loved to see because it shows as a community we are engaging with eachother and so I thought I would give it a try.
This is my attempted reply poem to the Lovely Dagmar Wilsons "A Mothers Heart"