A Mother's Love
The depths of the oceans
The heights of the mountains
cannot
aptly and vividly describe
what affection
A mother has
for her baby.
Sweet crescendos
of lullabies
Bursts of staccato
sounds
Splash of rondo
tunes
She sings to salve
his soul from moments
of discomfort
Gives him a hope
for life
And much happiness.
Once born into this world
of struggles
Every child must
survive it;
He earnestly seeks
for the warmth
of a good mother.
No one teaches
a young one
How to suck milk
from her mother’s breasts;
Each newly born
has some instincts
This would assist his growth
as he marches to face the
challenges
of the coming days.
None can however measure
his mother’s express desire
That her child should live to
see her wildest dreams
come into reality.
Oh, what love a
mother has.
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