The Flower Vase
Aron Riamroi *
The vase
Shaped and designed by golden hands
Thick and strong base
In you, all are equal and have a safe foothold
You hold no grudges to the ones gone
And no chosen favorites to the ones coming
A transparent soul
You have no partiality
To neither flowers of the spring or autumn
You are the comforter
Everyone desires to be with
Your hospitality overflows and never pass away with time
In you
All find perfection and meaning to life
You that put smiles on everyone
And let all grow
Who shall I compare your being
Where do I start to be like you?
Allow me to follow your footsteps
With the heart of unceasing joy and peace
(Aron Riamroi, wrote this poem for his mother..)
* Poem written by Aron Riamroi for e-pao.net
This poem was webcasted on 19 August 2020.
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