The Flower Vase|Aron Riamroi

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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 her mother.