“I love how grown children will still name their mothers the most beautiful. It is as though, their eyes have met the cascading curves and golden silhouettes of every woman. Yet their souls still drum to the beat of their mother's warmth and care.” MotherPoetryMomYoung AdultMotherhoodPoemsWritersPregnancyMamaSpoken WordPoems On LifeMother S DayStretch MarksSpoken Word PoetryA Starry Eyed April Author:A Starry Eyed April