Taken for granted but dearly missed when coming of age
A mother is a ray of sunlight in the dark
A cloud soothing the heat of the day on your skin
Often taken for granted, her smile hides the mark
Of the sorrows she bares for the joy of her kin
Children coming of age or the passage of time
Taking their toll on but a fragile flower
Frail as she would seem, still a mighty contender
A power of nature a miracle sublime
A mother is a ray of warmth in the damp cold
A presence dearly missed, a memory to hold
For ever…
Let the board sound
Rabih
The Idea Sounding Board 