Mother's Day Poem :)

"For My Mother"

There is something sweet in the way she goes,

smelling always as a crisp, sweet rose.

Her perfume seeps into my very soul

keeping me always safe and whole.

Her soft carres, soft, light glance,

the way she frowns and keeps her stance.

The loving way she says "its best,"

and the knowing and firm "the rest."

There is something in the way she goes,

and how she always, always knows.

Her food the best and words the most,

always and forever, my first host.

Indebted and in awe I say

There is something sweet in her way.