Poezja

If a picture's worth a thousand words,
each word, a pound of letters -
then mother tops the sunsets
and pounds of gold from debtors.
 
Mere words describe so many things,
each one beside another -
and words explain those many things
but can't describe my mother.
 
A million smiles can't match her worth.
She carries loving scars.
Her gifts surpass bright rainbows' arcs.
Her worth exceeds the stars.
 
My mother's very special and
the only one I'll get -
and I'm the one she could afford.
I love her quite a bit.
 
So what explains my mother now?
What in my vast report?
And what describes my mother when
my many words fall short?
 
We shared so many memories,
our hearts shared many years -
so what describes my mother is -
the love within my tears...
 
©2008 louis gander