A love that grows, a love that molds.
A love that shapes, with hugs and holds.
Though heavy nine months, for her it make.
She carries and walk, with pride though aches.
All times she pushes her ache aside.
With love for the child, in her resides.
To make them worth, and warm inside.
She does all chores, so to preside.
She hide her tears, she hides her pain.
Though in losses or when in drain.
Though grownups, or as infants.
Love for her child is just alike.
A love which has, no substitutes.
A love given, without constitutes.
A love so true, a love so right.
A mother’s love, from heart is bright.
3 comments:
WOW........Amazing words, splendid picture of mothership drawn with so beautiful words.
Hawwa, u r just too grt with words to describe relationships and feelings.
So touched, so much affection. So much love.
Keep up the work dear. U r too good to this.
Wish you luck always.
Your blog is amazing! I was just reading throug some blogs when I stumbled upon your blog and now I am completely hooked. Keep up the great work. :)
=Mimmi=
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