The greatest blessing for a woman is to be a mother
Like a tree grew up from the earth
A child comes out from the womb of a mother
Only a woman can give all of us birth
Mother is as patient as our holy hand
Who bears with all impurities of humans
But remains pure and cool with her loving hand
She is beautiful in all seasons
Mother may be young, middle aged or old
But her heart is really made of gold
Without earth there is no nature
Without mother nor is any human future
A child may go away from mother’s breast
As a tree’s roots are entrenched in earth’s crest
His/her leanings are in mother’s hearty grace
That is the beauty of human race
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 6:20 AM UTC
The greatest blessing for a woman is to be a mother
Like a tree grew up from the earth
A child comes out from the womb of a mother
Only a woman can give all of us birth
Mother is as patient as our holy hand
Who bears with all impurities of humans
But remains pure and cool with her loving hand
She is beautiful in all seasons
Mother may be young, middle aged or old
But her heart is really made of gold
Without earth there is no nature
Without mother nor is any human future
A child may go away from mother’s breast
As a tree’s roots are entrenched in earth’s crest
His/her leanings are in mother’s hearty grace
That is the beauty of human race
This poem is dedicated to my friend GEORGINA HUDSON who writes blogs on Teaching English.britishcouncil.uk.org
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