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