It didn’t matter the time or the day.
She would smile and hold my hand
take me through life’s troubles and protect me
My mother
Wiser than the rooftop owl
with lovely eyes and hands
that create majesty
She toiled during my childhood years
She works even harder now
but I love to see her soul in the paint
strokes that sing anew
With paint she shows her laughing smile and
bright mind
My mother
I love her
her art reminds me of home
Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital. Photo by Matt Hoffman on Unsplash.
Beautiful post to your Mom!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome! 🙂
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From the very start
Love is life’s art
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🙂
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Lovely poem
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thank you!!
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I love your line “Wiser than the rooftop owl”!
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Thank you! Re-reading it, that line made me smile!
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You’re welcome.
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I agree about the rooftop owl – mwah!
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😊😊😊
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