jerine james

(07/05/1981 / Kuwait)

MOTHER


MOTHER


Mother is the one who loves and cares,
Mother’s hands is the one that bears,
Mother’s hands are the one that protects.

Mother’s hands is the one that rocks,
Mother’s hands is the one that gives and not takes,
Mother’s hands is not smooth,
As her hands is the one that bakes.

Mother’s hands is like that of an angel,
Mother’s hands is the one that grew, us this far,
Mother’s hands is the most blessed one,
Mother’s hands is the one that prays,
Mother’s hands is the one that’s most dear

Mother’s hands is the one that is patient,
Mother’s hands is the one that is warm,
Mother’s hands is the most compassionate,
Mother’s hands is the one most sincere,
Mother to me is ABOVE ALL.


With lots & lots of love

Mol (3rd July 07)

Submitted: Wednesday, November 19, 2008

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