POETRY BY AVIS POPE

My mother, My Queen of The Universe,

stands on high.

Giving life to eight children

yet refused to sigh.

Love and respect she instilled

in me so dearly.

I try to bestow more than saying,

"happy Mother’s Day" yearly.

My mother is as beautiful

as a falling star out of reach,
descending towards

Dauphin Island’s sandy beach.

Her life she placed on hold

since teaching me was a priority.

From ABCs and 123s

graduation came even as a minority.

953 Basil Street was where

she created many memories with ease.

Love and laughter was dessert

with home-cooked meals she served to please.

Pleasant thoughts of seeing Mardi Gras floats go by

as she held my hand.

I remember the beads and candy raining down

that seemed so grand.

Mom overcame many struggles

and most times hid them well.

On positive thoughts she focused

and negative thoughts she did not dwell.

Calm under pressure was how

she handled trials and tribulation.

Prayer was her connection,

and on God she relied without hesitation.

There are times when I can see her reflection

in my siblings and me.

Loving, positive, and being long-suffering

are all wonderful things to be.

--Original Poem By:  Avis Pope--

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