When the child is small
Mother's love is
Cuddling, kissing and feeling
When the child is an adoloscent
Mother's love is
Talking and sharing thoughts and emotions
When children grow up into adults
And go away
Building their own nests
Mother's love is a benediction
And a silent ache
In the depths of her own being
(Hyderabad)
a sweet pain in the last three lines...10 please read and rate 'a rise and fall of humanity'
Congratulations...very deep thinking to carefully reveal the truth in the last three lines....God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ma you made it to me, we feel it Mother's love is a benediction And a silent ache In the depths of her own being love is great sacrifice....