Beautiful Mother : Mother Poetry

My mother loved our family home

and she worked her fingers to the bone .

She worked in jobs that weren't appealing

and never said what she was feeling  .

She struggled so hard for many years ,

Through troubled times  .

Wrestling the fears  .

Just so we could be happy and safe ,

A woman of strength and she has faith .

My mother is so unique and rare

Her love is unconditionally there .

Cleaning until the house is glistening .

She always has time for listening .

She finds many ways to make things do  ,

Like big pots of soup and Irish stew , .

Standing baking  apple cakes and scones ,

stretching a smile from behind the yawns  .

My mother's life is her family ,

She's dedicated it all gladly ,

What can anyone say about her.

She's beautiful .

I love my Mother  .

By Paul McCann