Mother was the lawmaker
the love giver
She
took our pains away
from the childhood ills
and hurts
of yesterday.
She Provided for and brooded over,
soft and stern in equal turn
no favourites there.
We were her children
Her pride and joy
Her girl
Her boys
Then we grew
flew the nest as
grown ups do,
but Mother knew
that we'd be there at
the closing of her day.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Mother was the lawmaker
the love giver
She
took our pains away
from the childhood ills
and hurts
of yesterday.
She Provided for and brooded over,
soft and stern in equal turn
no favourites there.
We were her children
Her pride and joy
Her girl
Her boys
Then we grew
flew the nest as
grown ups do,
but Mother knew
that we'd be there at
the closing of her day.
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