To My Son About Mother

To My Son About Mother short poem

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It sweeps from my lips and lands softly on your Mother’s ear…
without thought or effort
Never is it a matter of choice
For it is as simple and natural as a breath of air
It is never conditional on my perception of self-worth
It is spontaneous and borderless
wishing only to touch her heart
It shapes my masculinity in honor of her femininity
All fears and doubts fade when I embrace the grace so evident within her
The words, “I love You” are water cupped in my hands from deep clean springs
for her to drink.

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Keith Wilson

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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Nelaksh Shukla


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@keith_wilson, a poem to profess enduring love to the mother of a son. Rarely do people find reason to show cognizance to a love made familiar by time, almost unnoticeable from the surroundings, as having blended through everyday living. It takes a keen eye, sharp perception and a sensitive heart to spot this. And some poetic prowess to write the poem.

Geetha Paniker

Beautiful expression of love… One that is taken for granted.

Shamala Chandran

Beautifully written, mothers love is always unconditional…

ammu sachariah

Beautiful poem. mothers love is spontaneous and border less.


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