I wrote this poem for my mum on a recent visit. Also my first go at an Acrostic? (Poem 21)
More than often it is aimed at me.
Others also do openly agree,
That her love is given, always for free.
Holding it close, but ready is she,
Even if she hears of no plea.
Ready and waiting, that's her guarantee,
Sometimes acting as the referee.
Love is something that she rarely receives,
Oh that of my love, she always deserves.
Viewed from a distance, we can only observe,
Everyone's mother, their love preserved.