Mother, Dearest

The lamentations of a bereaved daughter

Mother, dearest, I miss your smile

As warm as a day in the beauty of spring

And as bright as sunbeams that glitter on the sea.

Mother, dearest, I miss your voice

As sweet as the sound of a nightingale's song

And as gentle as snowfall on cold mountain peaks.

Mother, dearest, I miss your touch

As soft as a rose petal sitting on my palm

And as soothing as the breeze that caresses the trees.

Mother, dearest, I miss you so

As much as my heart can bear and more

And sadly, mother, dearest, I'll see you no more.

Author's Note

I'm not usually very good at poetry, so I hope this is alright.
I wanted to write something to remember her. I may add more verses later.

Reviews

[angel]

It's lovely, my dear. I don't see any way it can be better, as a tribute to your mother.