Beacon of My Life




One who embowered me in her folds She was not my doting mother Neither was she my purist teacher  But still she was the one who made me complete. She was not my doting mother,  Her love was a different kind She aspired to ameliorate me To be happy, contented, and compassionate  Neither was she my purist teacher  She was the one who could tell my flaws Helped me be worldly wise She was like a guiding star But still she was the one who made me complete  A realization strikes me my husband’s mother, Is the Beacon of my life.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!