By the cry she could infer
The urgency of the request
And with care she would defer
The show her eyes seek first
By the mat she lays wake
Waiting for that sleep
She jerks up for the child's sake
To ensure the baby's relief
By the stench she eats
In the urine she takes her seat
With tender heart she cuddles with ease
Until the baby retreats
Treat her child badly
And she'll never forget
She'll pounce on you - madly
And never regret
The depth of mothers love is aptly captured in the poem. Very compassionate and full of passion. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mothers are the best gift indeed.