I have a prize ,deep in my heart
Mother, what a pleasure in my heart
You are so precious, non can purchase
A gift at hand , no gold can match
In time of despair
When my cheeks are weary of tears
You never miss a chance, wipe them dry
Which metal can I offer?
Not bronze or silver
That can stand your chance
Before the day ends
When the lamps go dim
I will buy some oil
With a deep fragrance
And offer you at hand
Be active, reading my words
A day will come ,when the stones will witness
All good deeds , they won't lose value
Not by words ,but actions withstand
It is you and me, people won't say good.
What An Awesome Prize
Francis Omariba
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Poem topics: I miss you, despair, mother, never, people, silver, time, pleasure, precious, gold, gift, stand, match, purchase, heart, good, deep, chance, offer, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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