The strains she faced,
The pains she embraced,
The comforts she placed,
Outside her life!
The romance she ignored,
The bitterness she cored,
And the fruits she soared,
As a lovely wife!
When she fed her child,
Hell turned cold and mild,
And the fire was exiled,
As the child was content!
God wrote on the wall,
It's not over and all,
Just a glimpse of my call,
Kind enough and descent!
And reward of a mother,
A golden feather,
Nothing else and other,
A pleasant surprise!
On the Day of Judgment,
All dead or dormant,
But a mother will be ardent,
Its disclosure, premature and unwise!
A nice piece of work; thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
Being an ideal mother is the greatest honour, a woman can aspire to have! If her love is reciprocated enough by her children, she becomes the most blessed of all! A great tribute to mothers!
A nice gratitude to all mothers...............................................
The strains she faced, The pains she embraced, The comforts she placed, Outside her life! The romance she ignored, The bitterness she cored, And the fruits she soared, As a lovely wife! - - - - -Magnetic lines to be remembered....
Dear Bro, I was always sure that you can write such a nice and heart touching poems. Thanks for your blessings through your comments.
Lovely tribute to all mothers...... Fantastic lines...... But a mother will be ardent, Its disclosure, premature and unwise! Mother's love for her child is always unconditional. Beautiful poem. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.
But a mother will be ardent Always in our memories. That unconditional love ever flowing keeps one going. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem about the dear mother.