To The Mothers (poem)

There she is, the concrete who's foundation I stand;
The golden jewel which market can't stand- its prize.

Her tears are a bountiful of blessed strand;
Her yearn's rest on unforgetable life tamed;
the pride of petals she bears.

an hallucinating songs of odds her wears;
undaunted rock of love she riffles;
in the heart of love she bridles me.

in dejected rancour she smiles to shine my future;
in maraud chide, her jovial care is an excelled feature.

she is hardworking than elephants;
her pride the requisite of a phalanx;
I love you, so esoteric.

yet i love you from lungs of my human self;
your heart is similitude to zaddik;
in thy companion and nurtures.

I love you more than my self;
God bless Mothers;
in them we found the greatest love of all, among others.

God bless my Mother;
in her smiles i found favour hither...

By:
BERYL SONG