Wednesday, July 15, 2015


Mother is that precious word
From every human it is heard
It often is the very first word
Spoken by a new baby boy or girl
Mother is the first word you’ll learn
The word mother must be heard

A mother is that precious gift
Who shelters you from life’s fierce rift
She fixes your hair and dries your tears
And shelters you from all your fears
She satisfies your hunger pains
Then cleans your clothes of all stains

She sings you lullaby to rest
And gives you food you often detest
She makes your bed with new sheets
To tell you that you are very sweet
She listens to your little hearts cry
And kisses you a little goodbye

Nothing in this world can compare
With a mother whose heart is sincere
For as you grow on you she bestows
Such love and care so that it glows
Everyone in your community knows
The joy from your mother it overflows

So treat your mother with respect
And unlike others you will not defect
Now you are young and she is old
Remember that she taught you to be bold
Give her some hugs warmth and love
And reap your reward from Him above
Gladys Brown Prince
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Kumarmani Mahakul 16 July 2015
Nothing in this world can compare With a mother whose heart is sincere.....yes, nothing can be compared with mother. So all should treat mother with respect. Very nicely speculated and depicted. Thanks for sharing. ......10
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