On Mother’s Day

A poetic licence to experiment
On Mother’s Day
Nature’s magic
Love-beating to a Different Drum.
Teardrops slyly trickle down
A sign of joy not of frown
Into a world a newborn cry
Embrace this moment on a high.
Letters mingle-names appear
A beam of light-crystal clear
Love fills the air-ecstatically
Lives now changed-dramatically.
Tenderly we hold you near
Sparkling eyes-smiles appear
How beautiful this world’s become
While beating to a Different Drum.
Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )