Mother, words will not suffice
Overwhelmed am I thinking of your face
Tears deep from my heart come up
Hiding my eyes from looking you up
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Great Poem! ! Fond memories flooded back when I read it! ! How very true! Could not hold back my tears, as I became emotional! ! I remember her every day....and to think that one or two calls everyday was the tonic that I needed to keep myself motivated...and courageous to face the enormous challenges that I face everyday and continue to face even now! ! Amma, your sweet, kind face keeps coming before my eyes..and it si your memories that have kept me going! !
its very lovely the word of mom, i love it very much, after read this poem i miss my mother very much...... pls write more poems about mom
Mother, words will not suffice. Overwhelmed am I thinking of your face. Tears deep from my heart......... no words will sufice mother..... beautiful write madame.....wonderful cration. all mothers are alike. Read mine. O, mother and Mother and I wept......
A great poem of the greatest! And she lives in every heart.I take this opportunity to thank you for your valuable comment on my poem Indira, best regards.
My scool of morals.... how marvelous. who will contradict what you said? nicely said. shanmugam. we miss your biography. shanmugam
a lovely poem.remoinded me of my mother=thanks for sharing
love and gratitude expressed with tenderness. lovely tribute to a mother.
love and gratitude expressed with tenderness. lovely tribute to a mother.
10 point just for writing on mother. My first book is `Letters From Mother`.
dear Indira.. amma'... motherhood' an eternal truth.... its a gush..of... motherly...emotions.. imbibed.. I see all..children an extension of their 'mother... rich values...love...warmth... the lines made me emotional...pl browse thru... my..poem....'ode..to my dad and mom...' regards... sivan..
wow. i really love this poem. each word of this poem is true. i agree with you. Mother is our teacher, friend, guide, healer, listener, adviser, what not. great work and thoughts.
Oh mom, my school of morals are you Much to the 'will be' of my values. More to say as I grew on Abundant you nurtured me to perfection. Moulded my character and wisdom of great use......so touching and impressive..Yes, mother is the first teacher and real teacher of her children. She builds our future perfection. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.10