O' sat deep within the swell of the hills.
Our mother lies in all her splendid grace.
Long she has crafted the earth with her skills.
And brought life, love and beauty to this place.
Her nurturing voice flies within the wind.
Her touch a blessing in all she has made.
From the sky's birds winged to the sea's fish finned.
Creation grand from bright light to deep shade.
Her smile a morning made new for the world.
The sun rises in her fresh breath of air.
The lawns that stretch across the land are pearled.
Radiating beauty beyond compare.
We are all equal before our mother.
United here as sister and brother.
This is a lovely poem, Stephanie and written in my favorite form, a sonnet. Regards Ron
It's very difficult to write in the sonnet form and you've done really well with this. I especially like the line: 'The lawns that stretch across the land are pearled.' because it suggests that the dew drops are precious just like pearls are. I don't think it is about your own mother, I think it is about mother earth herself. It is very beautiful.
Very beautiful tribute to your mother.A ten from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What can I say Stephanie! Beautiful writing! I love reading sonnets! I also love to write sonnets as well! Awesome! You have got my ten! Mothers are very sentimental!