A gift of love from up above.
A place so special with care and
love.
Within it grows like a pearl in
the sea.
Pious does it stay until seen the
light.
As days pass by with joy and share.
Nothing as precious coz there’s no
spare.
From child till adult though good
or bad.
From things said and done may make
us sad.
A child for a mother does always
remain.
A child in her eyes from womb till
tomb.
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