e martë, 12 qershor 2007

Words About My Mother.


I love her, respect her, obey her...
Guess who is she? Its my mother.

She is a godly race,
her gait filled with grace..

I never forget her tender care,
which i need not share..

When i see her smile,
i remember it for a long while..

Her sweet loving voice,
makes me feel so nice..

She helps me always,
eventhough i'm useless.

Mother is a gardener, who sows the seeds
for the ripe fruit she will sight,
In god we have faith, but mother is great..