Oh! Dear Mother
What a seraphic gift
You’re to me.
Nine months I was there
In the world of the “unknown”
Not quite sure I would transit
But you brought me into mother earth.
With much love, care and affection
You nurtured me
With whips, scold and shreds
You brought me up
That was to make me wise.
Under the sun; under the rain
Morning; afternoon; night
Spring; summer; winter; fall
You toiled
Just to make me comfortable.
What I have
What I am
Whatever I wish to be
I owe to you
My Dear Angel Mother!!
© June 6, 2009.
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