love,
pure as honey
oozing from tender flower
humus of a soil
helps to grow the plant
mother is earth,gives last drop,
till sibling survives,
a tall tree has its roots
planted in her bosom
her patience eternal
perennial flow of river
quenches child's thirst,
she sense hurts
before child is aware
she is shadow in success and failure
companion in set backs,
one misses her
when others desert
on trivial pretext
Author notes
A contest entry for:
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Mothers Day Poetry Quickie
A contest entry
- Mothers Day Poetry Quickie by swim.x.
400 points, ended May 12, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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to grow we simply need to observe nature in all of it's beauty.
when we are able to match its beauty and simplicity, we become masters of ourselves
lovely and deep
your poem reminds me of this truth
God bless you my friend...
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aw a beautiful write for mothers day dad I love your imagery and depth of feeling throughout good luck in the contest
maralisa
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