A Crowned Mother Poem by oliver west
A Crowned Mother
beneath my mother's shelter,
beneath my mother's feather
laying in her warm hands
beholding her darling smile
looking into her silver eyes
feeling her joyous heart.
where else would I feed
where else would I sleep
if not beneath my mothers shelter
and beneath her peaceful feather.
A mother is great always. Her lap is her child's shelter You have so nicely depicted in this poem. Many thanks dear Oliver, keep the ball rolling.
A mother is more than a world for her child. As you have rightly pointed out, child gets everything: 'beneath my mothers shelter and beneath her peaceful feather'
I acknowledge every female who has given birth and those who will give birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A mother is great blessing. Thanks