The Prettiest Mother in the World

By jaydeskye

Tue, 18 Aug 2009
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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.

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Submitted by Cavalcader on
new jaydeskye very well done. sometimes we can't imagine them growing old, or having fun at 80. and their still our mum's whatever inside, my belated mum came in centre once,her make up on I stared I looked how could I say she had dobbed her face lipstick cheeks reminded me of polka dots,she forgot to rub in rouge. I love the last 4 lines. To me it doesn't matter what she looks like I guess it is a matter of pride For the things that made her so beautiful are the things she has inside. just seen read she is cancer free wonderful. julie cavalcader.

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
A fine tribute; she would have felt better just reading it, I'd bet. Chris