The Leaves Are Bidding a Good Bye....

MY MOM

MY MOM
The way she makes me feel is like no other.
The way she can make me smile,
Even when it is one of the gloomy day.
The way she touches me gently,
Releasing all tension  from my body.
The sweetness with which she bids me 'good night',
And the soft kisses she places on my forehead
While  waking me up in the morning.
The way her eyes light up when she's happy,
And her sweet humming of a old filmy song!
The way she looks deep into my eyes
When wordlessly she says, 'I love you,Babes!'
The many ways she makes it known that I'm her girl ,
And would remain her child  forever.
 She is the perfect woman, if not more.
She's all love to her very core.
She's my sunshine when all seem's dark and gray.
She makes me long to be a better person inside and out,
Oh, my mom is GREAT, there's no doubt!

-Portia Burton

HOME, SWEET HOME!

Home, Sweet Home!
This is my home where I feel
The Divine presence  every day!
It is  in the silent, subtle things:
The twinkle of my dad’s eye,
Which speaks volumes wordlessly
Of his love affair With my mother
Still stoked with love and passion.
Even after the silver jubilee
 Of their marriage celebrated recently.
It is in the gifts culled with loving hands
Which my mom gives me now and then
That nourish my spirit, flesh and soul.

It rises in the scent of delicious dishes
 Prepared by her, And also
In that extra slab of cheese
Which my dad puts on my plate.
It’s in the knowledge that each word  spoken here
 Is from the heart,honest and true ,
Oh, this is the love that is enduring,
Without any bounds or reservation,
And never an act of show.
It’s giving for the sake of giving
With no expectation but the joy of sharing,
And the delight of the imparting.
In all things, both big and small
Mutual love abounds all!

-Portia Burton

The Only True Poem

the sweet Beginning

Come, My angel!

Come, My Angel!
(this poem was written in a very gloomy mood some time back)

Daffodils