Mother
author: Thomas Hien-dieu-Tran
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of a woman so warm and gentle,
who caressed me in the dark of night,
and held me till the light of dawn.
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of a woman who was always there,
who picked me up whenever I fell,
and placed me on the right track again.
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of a woman covered with sweat,
who labored long hours in the middle of a lonely field,
to keep me me fed, healthy, and strong.
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of a woman intelligent in so many ways,
who sat by the fireside in the midst of night,
and taught me to be kind and wise.
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of a woman who felt the need,
to instill in me dignity, honor, and pride,
and taught me never to be abide by treachery or dishonesty.
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of a woman who felt much pain,
in disciplining me to be human,
rather than a wolf that prowls at night
When someone mentions the word Mother,
I think of mine and the way she was,
understanding, encouraging, and nurturing,
and those loving memories will be cherished in my heart, forever.
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