Lines laced her face like rings on a tree
that shows its story and its memories
the laugh lines that echoes her joy of holding a fragile baby
intertwines with the worry lines etched from everyday toil.
A face weathered by years of constant service
scarred by its yearning to give and to care.
An aging face that bears no signs of pretense
allowing her daughter the miracle to see in her face… the face of God
I love your face my mother, I love the scars that shows the record
of your love for me, the thousand, thousand kisses you have given me
the thousand, thousand tears you have cried for me, I am sad that the
poverty of my words can never convey what that beautiful face truly means to me.
Comments
Thank you Elena for appreciating this, it comes from my experience and I think it touches all who have an experience of a mother's love too.
What a very beautiful poem! You expressed in those words what I really feel and I can't explain!
poverty of my words can never convey what that beautiful face truly means to me.
Sometimes we don't know how to show our love... While she has anything fulfilled. When we say love her, I think it's not enough. Do respect and hear her a lot could be make her happier. I'm trying too for this.. ~~
Thank you Samuel for your comment, I am glad to have shared this poem with you. :)
Thank you Evangelina for finding the right quotes that expresses what we feel for our mothers at different stages of our lives! God bless you and your mother as well! :)
Nice poem, Thank you for sharing.