The Prettiest Mother in the World
poem by:
Peggi Boone
Written
on Mar 11, 2014
I wrote this in 1992, when my mother was going under surgery for cancer. She is 93 and Cancer-free. Her face is no longer smooth, it is lined by time. Even if she no longer looks the same, she is still that dear mother of mine. She has always given of herself to me, nothing was I ever denied. She laughed when I laughed, she comforted me when I cried. There is no one quite like her, I don't think there will ever be. No one means as much to me, as she. To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like, I guess it is a matter of pride. For the things that make her the most beautiful, are the things she has inside.
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Georgina Richardson commented:
I loved this poem when I first read it. It`s a beautiful tribute to a very strong and obviously beautiful mother. Hi Peggi, I am so pleased to find you on here as I have just joined this site today.
Lots of love Georgina xx
greg woods
commented:
Very nice Peggi.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
Beautiful, beautiful poem Peggy..........reminds me of my mother, sadly she wasn't so lucky........sounds like you love your mum so much, ..and she deserves it....
