Mother

My mouth is powerless for saying,

But it must speak

Mother is not just a word said

It has meanings greater than a peak,

Mountains can’t stand infront of it,

Even clouds and forests and streams.

Her path is the right one.

And her eyes on that path are beams

Her lap is the warmest place in world,

And her kiss is a touch of life

Evil isn’t welcomed by her.

Against it she’s a killing knife.

Her tender is my school.

Her love is my guard and soul.

Tears she shed are diamonds.

Her sight makes me fall.

Finally, I can just say.

I love her everyday more and more.

Adam Marwan Ghandour

Grade 8 (B)         HOME