Wednesday, February 18, 2015

the funny part of poetry

You can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.
You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.
You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there.
To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.

15 comments:

Wojin Kimberly Eric Jack Schmidly said...

love the word flow.

Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-Shapirol said...

amazing.

bookdoll26 said...

I loved this poem, that's how I felt about my mom.

Mimi Brad Sheng Pallin Henry said...

beautiful.

Layne Gerald Wade Cutts Hansen said...

love this.

The Purple Treehouse said...

a warm emotion,
well expressed.

Alison Sandberg Jason Pritchard Clinton said...

wow...

emily cohen said...

we do enjoy poetry for good.

Rachel Gloria Mayer Walsh Schapiro said...

poetry is something we can romance for our life time.

kora-leah meet gaust wilson said...

excellent job.

Marcie Barack Lankford Ramsey Constantin said...

funny verse.

Lita V. said...

That was a sweet poem. It touched me so, because I lost my mother at the age of twelve. But I do remember her smile and her warmth. Thank you. :-)

~Tatius~ said...

Nice feel to your words

Marissa Biden Sergey Christina Murphy said...

kindness pays off.

Catie Mead Williams Handcock Robinson said...

yep, that's a cool logic of thing and poetry writing.