Mother
My mother’s deep brown eyes
enveloped in a tender smile
mirrored an uncertain life.
Her sensuous lips slightly opened
showed through a well arranged
row of bright white teeth.
Her well defined pommettes
let us know of her origin.
Voluptuous dark hair
perfected her beauty.
Her hair she kept,
and her beauty remainded
till her death.
Now she’s gone
in heaven I know.
Dear
loving and caring mother.
In sickness and pain
You left my world.