Mother Is Our Soul Poem by Josey Alfred

She wakes up when the sun, is yet to rise
From behind the sleeping peaks with ice
To take care of her darling children nice
And make them fit to survive with grace.

She cleanses herself in her home pond
And chant her daily prayers, profound!
To keep her husband and children proud
And keep them all in the grace of the lord.

The dawn arrives with bright sun rays
Making men and all blossom gay
To go to work with earnest desire
To make them and all world more fair.

She is concerned with welfare of all
Her husband and children all her own soul
Keep track of all their daily needs, up to-date
And make them all happy, and in delight.

She is truly the mother who with care
To cater for all needs of her wards
Who proudly behold her as their own soul!
And keep her in their bosom as own soul.
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