Mother's Touch Poem by Odette Mamales

I wonder at times what kind of woman she is
As I staring at her nothing seems so special with her
Grey hair-
Wrinkled face-
Barren and rough hands-
chapped lips-
Most women began to panic
Beauty was their source of joy
Yet I wonder If that is so true
As I looked back on her
A picture of a repose old woman
Her likeness as still water- flowing silently
She is something
More than gold can compare
Those grey hair- life full of experienced
Those wrinkled face- she think other's welfare
Those barren and rough hands- used to embraced her child
Those chapped lips- capable to express love
Admiration on her I found
Deep love and gratefulness on her
This woman is my mother
Who mold me for who I am
and what I became
I wonder my life without her
It's hard to be without light, without my mother