She’s got a garden in her backyard,
Two plantlets, waiting to become plants,
She waters them everyday with care,
She wants them to grow, oh so fast!
Then she loses herself in memories,
Memories of the plantlets when small,
So tender and so naïve,
That they’d always tend to fall.
She supports them with twigs and sticks,
So that they are upward bound,
She chops them sometimes,
If they branch, towards the ground
She waits for them to grow,
‘Oh! Why do they grow so slow’?
She’s got a home in her house,
She’s got two naïve kids in this home,
She’s brought them up with utmost care,
Now she waits, to see how they fare.
My mother; she waits,
For us kids to become men.
A good tribute given by a son to his mother, who cares well for her children.
beautiful tribute to mothers in the world! keep up the good work!
this is very nice poem to the most beautiful thing god ever made, but it would be more better if you dropp the explanation part....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow God Bless u dear a very touching and meaningful poem