The time she takes collecting the material
Organises her thoughts
On how it should appear,
It's her fulltime job
Once she's up very early
And before she sets
Foot in bed.
She grows it to her position
Of perfection,
To Endeavour it's the best
Amongest all of a kind,
To sacrifice all and see it shine
Even in mysterious times
To all times she stands to defend
her own creation or even opt for
Change in design.
When age suppresses
Her control to it
She keeps the insist
Of weaving it
Never is she tired of
Her duties and never
Does she plan to retire.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
The time she takes collecting the material
Organises her thoughts
On how it should appear,
It's her fulltime job
Once she's up very early
And before she sets
Foot in bed.
She grows it to her position
Of perfection,
To Endeavour it's the best
Amongest all of a kind,
To sacrifice all and see it shine
Even in mysterious times
To all times she stands to defend
her own creation or even opt for
Change in design.
When age suppresses
Her control to it
She keeps the insist
Of weaving it
Never is she tired of
Her duties and never
Does she plan to retire.
mothers care for their children and never get tired of assisting them even while grown ups
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