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The Noble Lady (Poem)

Updated on May 28, 2016

A proud and noble lady she once stood straight and tall

And what the world did offer she smiled and took it all

Her children were her laughter her husband was her wall

And thus she met each season from winter unto fall.


What was it made you mother in gloom you fed us light

What made that spark within you a joy to other’s sight

What blessed soul created and made you shine so bright

What kept you there to watch us through all our sleepless night


Now time, it has no lovers, no sense of worth or deeds

It sweeps across the vastness in search of its own needs

It ticks away each second It carves away life’s seeds

A wind upon or mem’ries and on our youth it feeds.


A proud and noble lady her heart now left to dance

I know she’s playing somewhere you see it in her glance

So patiently she sits there in mem’ries she does prance

And in her loving stories such knowledge she implants


What was it made you mother I listen on my knees

What made you strong and faithful to others like to these

What is that strength that formed you and kept your soul at ease

What is it to be like you soft flower among the trees


She held my hand so softly and looked into my eyes

A tear she had to offer for all my what’s and whys

She kissed me on my cheek and held me by and by

Just try to be a good son You’ll feel a mother’s sigh


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    • aviannovice profile image

      Deb Hirt 19 months ago from Stillwater, OK

      Excellent work, Martin. Thought provoking, for sure.

    • Michael-Milec profile image

      Michael-Milec 20 months ago

      Fascinating tribute to a person called mom,

      the one who stood by (us) me

      where God couldn't personally be,

      and inducted her in my heart for all eternity.