No genius could have conceived you creation Compass air, sky sea or land and nothing to you correspond Physically weaker but superior to your companion man You are the force behind his efforts and aspiration For when he has acquired honor, fortune and acclaim All is vain if he has no woman with whom to share the same When to you charm and beauty he cannot respond Then despair set in knowing he is a living dead man And when the mighty men of this earth boast and grow bold Gently you remind " it was I your early years did mold" The proud declared to the world that I am the greatest You smirked and declared I am better than you Have you forgotten I nursed you on my breasts Designed with such beauty and grace Bearer of all that comprises the human race Many the tyrant that rule with force and might You in turn rule with you delights Though tough and ever so ruthless among men Yet ever so gentle and docile when courting your smile For that which is taken by might and power Pale in comparison to what you freely give What can be compared to the charm of you smile That make a man’s heart beat so erratic and wild And oh how the pulses race As those glorious moments with you anticipate Praise be to the one that did you design On earth there is not another of your kind
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
This is a special poem for all the ladies that may feel blue on mothers day. Remember you are special.