Friday 23 December 2016

Mother's pride.

A surge of pride
soaring high on eagle's wings,
Flying triumphantly o'er the snow capped peaks
with not a care in the world.
Arriving at the destination,
all is as it should be.

Released from the shackles of distress
Gone are the days when torment,
fear and jittery collywobbles ruled.
The foe is defeated,
setting my beautiful butterfly free,
enabling her life's adventure to start.
With teary eyes and a heart swollen with immense love and admiration for one
who has overcome adversity and pain,
Rejoicing triumphantly in her success.

V.A.Lewin.




Copyright.© V.A.Lewin 2016.

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