Treasure Island

Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

Beautiful Mothers (Repost)


Beautiful mothers are easy to find
those that possessed endearing love
make us secure most of the times
they provide our basic needs
and comfort us from fears
who carry our problems
share us happiness.

Beautiful mothers don't just happen
they are molded by experiences
give us their precious time
and guide us to maturity
who are unselfish
share us love.

Beautiful mothers are those who truly care
for us in all our daily life's existence
educate our minds to become smart
to prepare us to gain confidence
with their love and sacrifices
share us inspiration.

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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