Women Wordsmiths And Christmas By Pushmaotee Subrun

My Mother, My Terrestrial and Celestial Muse

I am missing you mum; this photo sends me reminiscing,
About the loving past years which come to my mind flashing
Moments dear and unforgettable, with tears, my eyes brimming.
My darling mum, even though in your abode heavenly,
My terrestrial and celestial muse you are eternally.
Nutritious to my soul has been your love,
On earth or high above.
You have been my every moment’s high
The life air that lifts me up to the sky.
My rock, my caring guide, my strength
Going to great length,
The morning sun shining down on me brilliantly.
My northern star, shining luminously
In the darkest of days, indefatigably.
So graciously, so compassionately.
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Mum, the warmth of your voice in my head echoes.
Your hugs and kisses bring tears to my eyes,
Making each rainy day become smiles,
Bearable, brighter, my days enlightening,
My soul becoming warmer, my fears vanishing.
I have always felt God’s divinity
In your selfless love, beyond infinity,
Yes, you have been my living God.
Chastising me but standing by me even when I was odd,
Becoming my dependable source of comfort.
Rendering my world, full of purport,
My dear mum, my hope, my great support!
Thank you, my constant motivator, my source of power
Thank you, mum, for shining eternally,
Your merciful light on me unreservedly.