{"id":1917,"date":"2022-03-24T11:21:47","date_gmt":"2022-03-24T11:21:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/writemorepoems\/?page_id=1917"},"modified":"2022-03-24T11:21:47","modified_gmt":"2022-03-24T11:21:47","slug":"my-mother-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/writemorepoems\/mothers-day\/my-mother-2\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"

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She is a flower that blooms in February <\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And her eyes are shining green like the sun reflecting on grass<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And her smile is bright like the stars at night<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And her laugh is happy and excited waiting for something good.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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She is a river that slowly winds down<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And her hands are dry from all the pointing, s<\/span>creeding<\/span>\u00a0and painting at the house.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And her walk is steady and ready<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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And her run is a small pace that becomes a sprint.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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She is the moon always orbiting around me and the family.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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She is my mother, and I am happy for what she does for me.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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By Fraser McAdam.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 She is a flower that blooms in February \u00a0 \u00a0 And her eyes are shining green like the sun reflecting on grass\u00a0 \u00a0 And her smile is bright like the stars at night\u00a0 \u00a0 And her laugh is happy and excited waiting for something good.\u00a0 \u00a0 She is a river that slowly … <\/p>\n

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