My Mother

This is how i view my mother

My mother was like a flower

Growing everyday, and blooming with such beauty

So vibrant, that everyone wants to see her

My mother was in every way a flower

The beauty

The love

The liveliness

But what changed me the most was her life

Full of love, and full of beauty 

But also very short

She was so kind and caring

So graceful and beautiful

That someone had to pluck her

So now shes gone, she passed away

The way all flowers leave one day 

There one minuet 

Gone the next

Like a girl plucking a flower by its stem

To me my mother...

Is still my flower...

Forever growing in gods garden

Reviews

[John Elridge Medlin]

Thats pretty. The only thing I would really edit about it is a few of the words. You used beautiful a lot. Maybe play around and see if there are any synonyms that could slip in there. Vibrant. Elegant. Delicate. Things along those lines. Really vivid picture painted though. Keep it up!

[Breanna Riddle]

Thank you so much for the advice

[John Elridge Medlin]

My pleasure! :)

[C Peril]

This poem is so full of warmth and feeling, it's really lovely. I'd agree with John in that certain words do seem to be subject to a little over use but still it's very evident this is heartfelt and comes from a place of sincerity. The imagery is very strong as well. Thanks for the great read.

[Lynda]

Great Poetry has absolutely nothing to do with length...a lot can be said with just a few of the right words...I personally prefer shorter pieces because it takes an extremely well put together read to hold my interest...I become bored with long poetry...don't try to stretch a piece to satisfy others...write what you feel...that being said this is good... God does "gather the roses."

[Breanna Riddle]

thank you and you're right he does and thanks for the advice