THE MOTHERS

THE  MOTHERS


Singing softly for her children
Caressing little feet with her heart

Guiding them with her wallet of words
Schooling them how to behave
How to live

Bringing up the little kids
To be good human beings
Steel of discipline hidden 
In the velvet glove of her love

Wanting children to be good
For self
 And as much for others 
 Goodness of the world 

Worrying and waiting for children
All her life
Once pregnant
Mothers remain pregnant forever
The Mothers 


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  1. A lovely poem ❤️ There can't be anyone more caring and endearing than a mother..

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  2. A lovely poem ❤️ There can't be anyone more caring and endearing than a mother..

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