A baby girl grown up has many roles;
The mother’s part she does, becomes her best;
Nevertheless, she passes in this test;
And leaves the world with many happy souls!
A mother’s work remains in children’s heart,
For long a time exemplary from start;
Although, forgotten be a father’s part,
A mother leaves her imprint by great art!
A mother’s sacrifices stay untold;
For children’s sake, she toils selflessly much;
Her love and tender care weighs more than gold;
She ne’er expects any returns as such.
Yet, none offer to care when mother’s old –
Sad truth about the wretched modern world!
Dedicated to my beloved mother
Mrs. Stella Antoniswami, Chungam, CBE,
Who passed away three years back!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-04-2013
mother never expects any return. good mother. I salute mother, Mother-earth, mother tongue, I salute all at a time. thanks Dr John, I love your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mothers make so mamy sacrifices to their children, their husband and their homes. A good poem.