She Was And Still Is... Poem by Ernest Makuakua

A mother with uncalculated love.
A mother with dying hope yet staying.
A mother with strength yet weak physically.
A mother with dignity even though pride had been lost through the ego of a window.
She was and still is...

A woman who saw the sun before the son.
A woman who gave joy to those with anger. A woman who showed a smile when no one would.
Her beauty may not be reflected outside thats why beauty is described from within and
She was and still is...

A grand mother, a mother, a sister, a daughter, an infant that grows love.

She is my mother your mother and everybodys mother you know they realy love us but we just dont care.

We hurt them fight them daily insult them make them sad bt their love never changed today i would love to send my appreciation to you.

Happy blessed mothers day. Let there be love and unfold peace within.