Poetic Verses
My Mother
There is not one person not another
Who will stand by you so resolutely like a mother
Tender, loving, caring, nurturing and be that shelter
When you need protection from a bigger brother
Is there some invisible or telepathic string that binds a child to its mother
This to me is so amazing that I always take time to ponder
That if you put children and women in no special order
They will somehow zero in on the right mother.
My fond memories of my mother were of times spent out doors
Where together she and all of us did those household chores
We worked in the garden , clean the animals in the cool of the morning
The she would allow us to go and play in the evening.
Short of stature but will never budge or cower
From anyone now matter how far over her they did tower
But later I was smile when she show that a sensitive and softer side was present
When she would cry when there is a family ailment
To my dad she was always respective and very supportive
But let him know the she has an opinion to provide that alternative
Always presenting strong and well researched argument to substantiate
It was good that he would think and access them sometimes he would capitulate
I would sit close by as she help my brother at homework and it was mathematics
She was good with numbers and had a good command of arithmetic
It was amazing how she know and could apply those formulae
In later years I come to like mathematic and sciences as that episode inspired me.
In her many ways I believed she was blessed with some economic acumen
Through tough time when the other seem to be facing a financial problem
There was something that she will have ready and timed so well
Here my good people there are vegetables, eggs, and a few chickens to sell.
As always time has progressed and her hair started to gray
Then the fullness of middle age began to find its way
My son you are grown and this is what to you I am going to say
I once used to order, from now I have to ask you in a dignified way.
Though time, waters and large land masses has been a divide
All those fond thoughts of you will always reside
It is now I see the value of those culinary exercises you put me through
And you practical classes on economics are blessings too.
I always love to hear your voice thanks to the technology of modern communication
That bring back those moments of joy, Oh! What a happy occasion
Ages as always have slowed you down, but the mind is still proactive and quite sound.
This year I am coming to my home town to enjoy the aura of you my mother JASMINE VERONA.
Who will stand by you so resolutely like a mother
Tender, loving, caring, nurturing and be that shelter
When you need protection from a bigger brother
Is there some invisible or telepathic string that binds a child to its mother
This to me is so amazing that I always take time to ponder
That if you put children and women in no special order
They will somehow zero in on the right mother.
My fond memories of my mother were of times spent out doors
Where together she and all of us did those household chores
We worked in the garden , clean the animals in the cool of the morning
The she would allow us to go and play in the evening.
Short of stature but will never budge or cower
From anyone now matter how far over her they did tower
But later I was smile when she show that a sensitive and softer side was present
When she would cry when there is a family ailment
To my dad she was always respective and very supportive
But let him know the she has an opinion to provide that alternative
Always presenting strong and well researched argument to substantiate
It was good that he would think and access them sometimes he would capitulate
I would sit close by as she help my brother at homework and it was mathematics
She was good with numbers and had a good command of arithmetic
It was amazing how she know and could apply those formulae
In later years I come to like mathematic and sciences as that episode inspired me.
In her many ways I believed she was blessed with some economic acumen
Through tough time when the other seem to be facing a financial problem
There was something that she will have ready and timed so well
Here my good people there are vegetables, eggs, and a few chickens to sell.
As always time has progressed and her hair started to gray
Then the fullness of middle age began to find its way
My son you are grown and this is what to you I am going to say
I once used to order, from now I have to ask you in a dignified way.
Though time, waters and large land masses has been a divide
All those fond thoughts of you will always reside
It is now I see the value of those culinary exercises you put me through
And you practical classes on economics are blessings too.
I always love to hear your voice thanks to the technology of modern communication
That bring back those moments of joy, Oh! What a happy occasion
Ages as always have slowed you down, but the mind is still proactive and quite sound.
This year I am coming to my home town to enjoy the aura of you my mother JASMINE VERONA.
