A poem that my mother wrote about me..

My mother had written many poems during her time on this earth. Below is one that she wrote about me years ago. She titled it with simply my first name, which I will keep private... but like I said, she was serious about poetry, and she loved words. When I wrote earlier that she was that exceptional, I mean she was that exceptional... this poem is just one small example.

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The sweetest lark,
She stands alone,
In placid calm,
Her thoughts unknown.

In private places,
Her psyche dwells
Shared secrets kept,
She never tells.

Her presence reigns
Fair and delightful,
Lovelier than all the rest,
Dearest friend to oh so many,
My (my name) preens above the best!

Heralded, cherished confidante,
Her kindness sores beyond the star
That she is born and cradled under,
Casts petals of her charm afar.

Our deepest wish, God's soundest gift,
In her you'll know that you are loved
Beyond condition, fretful glare
Or ways she isn't worthy of.

We saw we had been blessed anew
With fondest eyes she pierced the world,
Arresting beauty, regal too
Resplendent, glorious baby girl!

Imagine not a life without
Her radiant scent, her spilling smile,
Her gentler game of beckoning life,
Anointed angel past care, past guile,
This daughter most beloved child,
Angelic sweet enchanting child.

Her will so fixed and resolute
Like shades of dazzling Faberges,
Polished, grand, evocative,
A labyrinth swirls of cloisonné.

A wisp of ladylike allure,
A maiden crisp, her mind intense,
Fair mademoiselle of steel and wisdom,
Of captivating intelligence.

Her manner tacit and so certain,
Swift grace and poise greets one and all,
Her friendship too perpetually sought,
Benevolence her obliging call.

A grand and winsome sentiment
Of tender charity and good will,
Amiable nymph of pleasing rapture,
Her overtures of kindness stills
Those whose sojourns laced with karma,
An ally fierce she stands tranquil!

Delicate femme of winning virtue,
Refined, curt dainty elegance,
Of classic lines her beauty peaks,
'Round out by witty eloquence.
Her state is 'oft mostly becoming,
Fitting smooth her countenance,
An ever dulcet spirit waiting,
Endearing good, her quintessence!

Her life kissed by a moonlit path
Shall blend with warmth and turquoise seas,
Enticing goddesses to wander
Near her soul, replete in peace.