Sonnet Poem: a Mother's Face

A mother’s face you rarely touch and kiss You go on with life without retrospect Mother waits longer but with finesse Many flowers withered from willful neglect A short respite giving fresh breath inside her womb Empowering new life without remorse Her presence helped you strive with aplomb With your mother, you’ll be on the right course Such a lovely face you cannot assess A portrait to paint with high pixels of respect Her smile that relieves all your stress Today is Mother’s Day and try to recollect Now her face wrinkled but beyond compare Like heavenly bodies with unique flare 12 May 2013