A Clipping Painting

A Clipping Painting - Poem

She is 5.7 feet that is, 174 centimetres tall.
She's fair in complexion, her complexion takes the colour of the morning sun.
She appears smart, strong and healthy. I bet you wish she’s yours.
With Dark, thick and pretty hair.

In her official uniform, she is breathtakingly captivating.
Capable is her smile in cooling every heart in despair.
Her stare gives every sense of hope and comfort,
A scene that could mean, I’m with you.

With that dimple of uncontroversial obviousity,
Connecting to that pretty looking birthmark at the left nostril,
And that neck forming layers of well-networked rings,
Like beautiful made African farm ridges by a professional.

She is an image of a well-pleasing sight.
An environment of incomprehensive comfort.
A place filled with a fountain of knowledge and wisdom.
An aboard of incomparable serenity.

She is my mother, and I celebrate her always.
I hope you catch the picture.
Because in this post, there’ll be no pictures.
I don’t want to have her taken away from me.

Happy celebration to my MOTHER.
I can say, having you means having all.
You give me the feel every day that your love is unconditional.
And I cannot but be grateful for the privilege of having you.

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Pricey DeeJanuary 2, 2022 at 5:53 PM
What a textual picture of a mother. Lovely poem.
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