Open Poetry #8 |
A mother's Love |
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since 2000-05-18
Posts 76 |
A mothers love is not only in her hart, but attached to every nerve in her body it not only runs thru her mind, but also thru the blood in her vains. A mothers love is not a gift, it is a necessaty, cultivated from a tiney seed of joy, that she willingly devote all her time to. A mothers love is not a jewel, not shiny at all, but a old rag, there for everyday and everywhere useage, with the added respect and honor. A mothers love is not only for her own, but that of all others. It is in the understanding, and the sharing, it is for the whole world to enjoy. A mothers love is nothing special, yet, every bit just that. It is not a deed, a kindness or such, it is a wisdom and knowladge, it is a honor and joy. It is a burdan that she gladly and peacefully carries, A mothers love is mor that you can imagine, or that words can tell.... A mothers love is ...... A WAY OF LIVING!! |
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