Ode To My Mother

She bore a platinum baby,
of one she could be proud.
Her mossy earthen womb,
a misty dew-grey shroud.

She looked down on her pride,
her hope, and she cried as she,
forced her hand beneath
the skin the burn away her babies sin.
she has done it again,
bowed again to the natural salute.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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COMMENTS
Abha Sharma 17 April 2008
a fine tribute to the God's greatest creation on earth...sincerely written..
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Shane Clawson 17 April 2008
Sounds edgy as it rolls off my tongue, which is why i Like it. Takeacare!
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Rituparna Choudhury 17 April 2008
Wonderful....just wonderful!
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