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O dear son of mine, I’m your mother & you’re my child,                                           From the day of your birth, To the one today, I love you more than I could ever say, I’ve nurtured you from my blood, And felt you grow inside, I was your first friend, Who could see emotions in your eyes, And guide you through the virtue & vice, Now you’re a young man, An independent being, And I’ve grown old, Too old for you to keep, Your apathy makes me cower & weep, Still I love you, For you’re an indispensable part of me, Looking through the inanimate window, I wish a day to come, You’ll walk through that door & take me HOME.
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
A Mother’s Heart
O dear son of mine, I’m your mother & you’re my child,                                           From the day of your birth, To the one today, I love you more than I could ever say, I’ve nurtured you from my blood, And felt you grow inside, I was your first friend, Who could see emotions in your eyes, And guide you through the virtue & vice, Now you’re a young man, An independent being, And I’ve grown old, Too old for you to keep, Your apathy makes me cower & weep, Still I love you, For you’re an indispensable part of me, Looking through the inanimate window, I wish a day to come, You’ll walk through that door & take me HOME.
kumar-abhishek
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
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