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Feb 2020
Children of my womb,
Born unto me,
Your every part and emotions are a part of me,
Precious and sensitive.
When you are hurt or wounded,
I bleed inside me,
The pain in your eyes I share with mine,
Praying you will have a better tomorrow.
By now you must have realized,
The reason for my yell,
Is I cannot bear you suffer,
The screams you hear now and then,
Are the anguish of my heart to see you safe and sound.
When you cry on lonely nights,
I respect your wish to be alone,
But, it is my tears I wipe on the pillow clutched tightly in my arms.
Your tears, emptiness and sorrows tear me apart,
I share your triumphs along with your dreams,
Your joy and laughter,
Which you can witness in my smile,
And a proud gleam on my face.
After all I am a mother.
20/2/2020
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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