A memo, for her only

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This is the first poem I have written and that means I am an amateur. I wrote this for my mother and it was actually a belated gift for my mother. From now on, I will try my best to come up with new works!!!

Submitted: June 30, 2017

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Submitted: June 30, 2017



She is obsessed with sugar cane

But never has tasted a sip of champagne.

She has the smell of fresh bread baking

And sweet scent of vanilla pudding

She loves to be first up in the morning

Merrily in the kitchen singing and cooking

She adores her hair aflutter in the cool summer breeze,

Roaming the Paradise of Lavender her lifelong dream

She sometimes shows up with a poker face

Yet only I know that kindness is her middle name

She looks as if she’s made of ice

Yet an angel’s heart lives inside

Her eyes not only speak but smile

Like a happy bride walking down the aisle

She’d once dreamt of excelling in her beauty years

But lived in dedication to other people’s cares

To cherish, love and understand her

You don’t have to convince yourself

Her name is such a special word

The loveliest I’ve ever heard

Above the rest,

You are so simple, you are the best

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