Mother's love is just like the
April shroud that covers the hills
Pure like the Hipocrene bubbling at the rim
Mother is the guardian, the guide,
Who saves her children from all the bitter pills
You make things simple in a world
Twisted like a hangman's rope.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
Mother's love is just like the
April shroud that covers the hills
Pure like the Hipocrene bubbling at the rim
Mother is the guardian, the guide,
Who saves her children from all the bitter pills
You make things simple in a world
Twisted like a hangman's rope.