My Mother Poem by PADMINI WILLIAMS

My Mother



A beautiful rose that bloomed and filled our hearts with her love
Was plucked from our midst and taken to God’s heavenly abode above.
Her sweet smile and fragrance are now left behind in every room
Making her presence felt and helping to remove that pall of gloom.

Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mother daughter
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 31 July 2015

love, life and heavenly abode..

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