The Lovely Mother - poem
The child for her is a gift of God
She's the one to bear, love and... loss
Love is a shadow, of her own soul;
Love for her, is the meaning of life.
In her you see - a soul that loves,
Soul that - forgives and forgets.
She bears the children and loves them.
She gives them milk and warmth of her breast.
Disasters coming and going takes away,
Many a mother's child with them.
She, who had been an epitome of love,
Weeps into darkness, her woes; now
Yet, she'll be there to love and care,
With the burden of her heart, burning forever.....
Never is she shown a deserving love or care,
Yet, She buries the sob deep in her heart.
For her, your smile is life and soul
For her, your tear is an ache in heart
A Life's not enough - to have all her love,
the earth's not enough - to hold her tears