MOTHER-O'-MINE (WRITEATHON DAY 2)

MOTHER-O'-MINE

Millions of stars sparkle in my eyes when I see your face

You are my sun, my sunshine and all it's radiant rays

Myriad of emotions sweep away my heart

O mother-o'mine you're always on my mind although oceans apart…

Tantrums and tempers of mine you have tolerated without a frown

Heartstrings of mine are tugged when I see you've aged, silver tresses now your crown!

Ephemeral may be your outer beauty but your radiance shines from a heart full of love

Reminiscing my childhood days gives me a frisson of joy come rain or hail from above…

Yesteryears of halcyon days make me nostalgic

Once upon a time the serene life was so fun and fantastic...

Under the pearly moon and twinkling stars you told me tales of kings and princes majestic!

Mellifluous were your songs, mischievous were your eyes...

Evergreen was your enthusiasm, and so delectable your cakes and pumpkin pies!

Awaiting the day to come home to you

Neverending is my impatience…you've no clue!

Twilight ushers in fond memories

Of long walks and heart-to-heart stories

Harmonious were our eventide full of banter and playful glories

Everlasting is the love I have for you, your gentle fingers caress away my worries

Wizard you are with friends and family, magic you wove with your devotion and modesty

Over the rainbow and star-spangled heavens,

Is the mystical land of unicorns you told me with conviction!

Resplendent are the memorabilia I hold dear and cherish

Lustrous are the photo albums they hold a treasure in perpetual flourish

Dreary days turn into sunny summers and spring,

When your voice lilting a cheer brings.

Triumphant I feel with your Midas touch

"Of course you can do it, go for it" you always vouch!

Magic wands and fairy dust you have in your cache

Even today I want to believe you are my fairy godmother from an angelic land!

Pic Courtesy:Image by Satya Tiwari from Pixabay

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