The Cali Garmo

is Writing

The Sun Rising in the Shape of a Mother

By thecaligarmo , Published on Thu 01 January 1970
Category: Poem

As the sun rises in the east,
I wait for you to have a feast,
For all is well when you’re around,
The sea, the mountain and the ground,
For you are my mother bold and well,
Making me ever better and swell.

My mother is nice gentle and kind,
Never is fair, but uses her mind,
She listens to problems and answers our prayers,
Our mother is there whenever we care,
Our mother is nice and always forgiving,
Even when, we aren’t so giving,
For our mother is the best in the world,
And she’ll never make our world quarrel.

Our mother is nice and always here,
Allowing us everything except for the beer,
She never says no unless she means it,
But she never says yes unless we deserve it,
For mother is there whenever we want,
Always nice and never not,
For she’s there through thick and thin,
And even when we’re pail and grin,

Our mother is everything we ever wanted,
And that’s why we celebrate this day for her.