Jessy Scattini, a very talented 17 years old, has written some very deep peotry about her mother, who by the way is a mother of 6. I so love this family. What other 17 year old writes love poems for her mum?
Ive got permission to share it with you.
Mum, I wrote something for you.........
The Warmth
All around there's beauty.
I can see for miles.
An endless horizon, and I can feel the warmth.
The sky holds the star of life,
I shield my eyes from it's blaze.
A blanket so bright, and I can feel the warmth.
Beneath my feet the long grass it tickles,
So soft and yellow.
I run my hands through it as I walk, and I can feel the warmth.
The wind it blows over the land,
Like a thousand free spirits.
I lift my face to the breeze, and I can feel the warmth.
The hand in my own grips softly,
The grip of motherly love.
I squeeze my mother's hand, and I can feel the warmth.
Her arms they embrace me,
It is here I feel at home.
Because she loves me, I can feel the warmth.
Ive got permission to share it with you.
Mum, I wrote something for you.........
The Warmth
All around there's beauty.
I can see for miles.
An endless horizon, and I can feel the warmth.
The sky holds the star of life,
I shield my eyes from it's blaze.
A blanket so bright, and I can feel the warmth.
Beneath my feet the long grass it tickles,
So soft and yellow.
I run my hands through it as I walk, and I can feel the warmth.
The wind it blows over the land,
Like a thousand free spirits.
I lift my face to the breeze, and I can feel the warmth.
The hand in my own grips softly,
The grip of motherly love.
I squeeze my mother's hand, and I can feel the warmth.
Her arms they embrace me,
It is here I feel at home.
Because she loves me, I can feel the warmth.
****
Thanks Jessy Girl. love ness xxoo
1 comment:
What a lovely poem, thank you for sharing!
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