Poem: To Mother with Love

O’ Sleep my little baby, don’t you cry Exquisite, soothing, her voice a melody from the temples of Heaven The best life has ever known Beautiful she is, a collection of pearls, on a jaded stone Tender like petals of white Roses, her touch Her words, fragrance from an open door With precisions, praises and passion, she cuddles With the hands of the potter, we were raised from the cradle With the grin painted on her face, she glows, each time she recites the LORD’s PRAYER Together we stay close, in perilous times Like strings of an Acoustic guitar Her Arms, a fortress, a balm to our comfort, a shelter in stormy weather An Endless story you are, from fountains of ever flowing joy We say God bless. We love you MAMA            

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This article was first published on 26th June 2013

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