the way she loves me—
in fifty years,
never a drought
*
her glass always half full
even so she asks for yours
and fills it from her own
May 11, 2019 by Rosemerry
the way she loves me—
in fifty years,
never a drought
*
her glass always half full
even so she asks for yours
and fills it from her own
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged mother's day, poem, poetry | 2 Comments
What love!
You are living proof of what a wonderful mother and person she is.