Treasure Island

Seema Chowdhury

(14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

Blessings Of Being A Mother


A mother's heart is
Like a safety deposit box
Where we keep
All our joy, pain, and hope
And above all our memories to cherish

A mother's soul is
Tender and soft, yet strong enough
To hold our worries and hurt
And swap it with the sunshine
To bring serenity and comfort

A mother's love is
As sweet as honey
That sweetens our lives
With its courage and strength
And spread its amazing fragrance

A mother's prayers is
Like a soft breeze of good fortune
That works as the roadmap of miracles
And guide us towards impossible
Where dew drops of blessings and loveliness awaits..........

Happy Mother's Day Ma.
I Love You.

Submitted: Monday, May 07, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013

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