The Prettiest Mother In The World by Peggi_Skye

Her face is no longer smooth,
it is lined by time.
Even if she doesn't look the same,
she is still that dear mother of mine.
She has always given of herself to me,
nothing was I ever denied.
She laughed when I laughed,
she comforted me when I cried.
There is no one like her,
I don't think there will ever be.
No one means as much to me,
as she.
To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like,
I guess it is a matter of pride.
For the things that make her the most beautiful,
are the things she has inside.

I wrote this particular poem in 1992, when my mother was going in the hospital for cancer surgery. It is a really a special poem.

Terrie* (65.148.206.225) -- Sunday, April 24 2005, 04:43 am

Peggi, heart felt ..holds great meanin' to me
my work cosists around oncology patients...i have found that the beauty they hold deep in their heart shines right through. i hope your mom is in remission and if not please accept my heart felt condolence. thank you for sharing from the core of your heart ...Terrie*

Ben f (82.2.255.18) -- Saturday, December 31 2005, 05:27 pm

your right..
your right peggi,this is a special poem in so many ways.we may get old,but the heart never ages.great stuff,give us some more!

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