The Loveliest Thing There Is

I asked an old lady on her rocking chair
“Am I not lovely?”
She just saw a painting when she tried to stare
“You are though I can’t seem to see”

I asked a stranger holding a briefcase
“Am I not lovely?”
He just laughed in craze
“You must be out of mind, I see”

I asked my friend whom I thought so dear
“Am I not lovely?”
He turned his back on me and started to clear
“You are, if close my eyes maybe”

I asked my mother who gave me birth
“Am I not lovely?”
“You are my dear though many can’t see
Because each of us contain, the loveliest thing there is”

Here is another poem of mine. It was a rush. It is about my mother. It is about how she made me see the world. It is about how she thought me to see things beyond the naked eye and understand imperfections.
The first three stanzas were about other people’s point of view. They show an example of people who only accept what they want. But then, the last stanza shows a mother who clears everything. It was really like my mother.
I was thankful to have a mother like that.