Random Scribbling~on A Mother! Poem by Meetika Srivastava

Her heart is tender and soft is her core.Yet her spine is made up of steel.
Her hands are tender and soft is her care. Yet in her arms you can soundly sleep.
Your youth might fade and your glory might dim but your mom’s love will never dim and only gets more deeper.
You don’t have to earn it!
You don’t have to fight for it either!
It is the true love at first sight~between a mother and her child~ that’s forever!