| My Mother |
'Mother', i call out coming home from school, the name itself is warmer than wool. My mother,I'm proud to say is a working lady and manages the house everyday. She looks at me through patient eyes, in her my confidence i find. She guides me through the toughest ways ,"Don't worry,it'll be over" she says. . . Her promising smile as a wife helps my dad to carry on with his hardworking life. She is our strength in a battle of weeds, Our help in the times of need Our lamp through life's dark ways Our power to push away confusing days.. Because of her we will be close forever She is the bond that holds us all together.
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Poetry |
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