The
mother….
With me she
suffered
For nine painful months.
I got born to this
world
Inhaling my first breaths
And wishing I had
stayed in the womb
Where all was
provided for
Again she consoled
me.
The mother.
From her breast I
suckled
Till I became
strong enough
To eat on my own
When I wept she was
there.
She understood the
language of blubber that I used
She knew my
condition, good or bad
Mentored me to
maturity
Taught me the values
I now profess
I am a reflection
of my mother.
Behold the symbol
of love
The paragon of care
The picture of
understanding
The true mentor
The patient being
The epitome of
social values…
I LOVE YOU MOTHER.
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