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poem : about the only lady who stood with you..
about her love and pain

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~Abraham Lincoln


Submitted:May 10, 2013    Reads: 49    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   


THE ONLY WOMEN

She is the only women who is loving me back

For ten months her care and her love

I remember holding her hand

All the way to school hearing the thirsty crow and the lazy rabbit

She is my mom, she my mom, she my only mom

She is the only women who is loving me back still

Like her every mom

Stood with her lad, praying and forgiving

All took the pain to give birth

More than that the care, care for ten months

I feel sad sometimes

For her, for what I did back to her

I wept

I wept again

When I know that, she is my backbone

Without whom what I would be ?

Can I be something?

No never;

It is not that late

Know that "nothing will be equivalent to mothers love";





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