Emelita C. Smith
Thank You Mama (Mother's Day) - Poem by Emelita C. Smith
A mother's blessings is incomparable
To all other human beings.
Although, a baby can not be made
with out a daddy
But, mothers is laying on death bed
While having the baby inside her
giving the child a chance to live.
With all those nine months inside her womb
She and the baby fights alone.
Maybe daddy is there to give support and attention
But, how about those daddy who worked away from home?
Mothers are gift from heaven
So delicate and soft but
inside they are the toughest
and bravest of all human beings.
Their sacrifices did not end of giving birth
Instead, its the only flowing divine grace
that a child received from the moment she/he was conceived.
Mothers are always there in times of troubles and fears.
Fathers give love and affection too
But, mothers are more sensitive for babies needs.
A mother and a child connection can not be fathom
For it is from divine grace that even animals have it.
On mother's day celebration
Raise your arms into the sky and shared your love
To every mothers in the world who gives sacrifice.
And even to those unhappy, unwanted ones
Still be thankful that a mother gives you a chance
To see the world and breath the air of life.
Children, we can not repay what our mothers sacrifices.
The moment she conceive us and let us live in her womb
She already died half and face the world of death.
That alone is the sweetest gift we are given as our
hearts beat into life inside her womb.
Mothers are the most loving, caring, sweetest creature.
They don't needs expensives gifts to show love in return.
A simple hugs, or a kiss on the cheek and a soft
'Thank You' Mom followed by a simple 'I love You' Mom
I'm sure you will receive the sweetest smile on earth.
And thats Mothers love for her kids.
My Mother inspired me to write this.
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