PROTECTORS

© RYAN GUILEY

It was always a wonderful feeling,

To bring Betty to your mother’s home,

You felt proud as it went always higher than the ceiling,

My mother is a big part of my life as I write this poem.

 

Something about motherhood that no one knows,

How much you love your child and be always there,

Throughout these last five years, my Mom has rose,

She has stood by me watching every single tear.

 

It was always exciting to hear them talk,

It felt so good that your mother raised you right,

To be the man to your wife even before I tied the knot,

Both of them, is why I have climb the heights.

 

I want to thank another mother who watched our offspring,

She raised my wife with a purpose and a flare,

Our children will set an example of the future to bring,

All three of them, I am fortunate to have in their care.

 

Betty never like my Mom’s mashed potatoes in length,

I guess they were too lumpy to Betty’s taste,

I guess my Mom was saving her strength,

For these years that she fought and faced.