Medium build or tall,
Slim or short of all,
However they are, all
Cherish motherhood
Vive and energetic
Falling for someone
Either very special
Or whatever they are
May be marriage
Arranged, or of love
May be living together
Or thrusted upon,
Each of them change
As transiting to a mom
Everywhere she goes
She takes her baby bump
No more boisterous,
Nor running around
As long as she carries
The growing little one
Hung to her as a baby
Growing step by step
They hang to her rims
Cry until held in arms
As the story goes
So the baby eats
Sleeps soundly and
Quietly, as mom works
Each year on mothers day
There are these little gifts
That she cannot hold her joy
Reaching farther than the sky
To all those moms who worked
And all the ones who hope to
Ones who just are always moms,
Here's 'Happy Mothers' Day! '
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem