So strong and tough she is, compassionate so is her heart.
So sweet is her lips that heals wounds.
Her power pursues darkness and madness of political menace.
She listens When every body speaks.
Sensibility is her eyes and ears.
At night she pours out prayers to God for her child and heart.
Trouble always comes, in her dreams she faced reality. In her sleep she conquered peace.
Sweet words turned her on, she drops tears of joy which every body sees.
This love she brings, which no body sees.
Oh our mothers are the power and our tower.
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A beautiful piece of poetry depicting the essence of mothers in our lives and in wider scheme of things. A well articulated poem, insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely tribute to all good mums. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9