Mother

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    Mother

    Mother
    Innocence blinded by youthfulness did not allow me to see your worth when I was growing up

    Mother
    You were my doctor, my nurse
    You were teacher, my maid
    You were my cook, my servant

    Oh mother
    You sleep only when I am asleep
    You only eat after I have eaten
    You bath only when I have bathed

    Mother
    I am sorry for so many sleepless nights I caused you
    Am sorry for the countless tears you shared because of me
    I am sorry for the emotional turmoil I made you go through

    Mother
    You are happy whenever I am happy
    Your smile is like the beauty of a blossom orchid flower
    Your forgiven heart is as pure as that of an angel
    Your perseverance germinates hope

    My mother
    You are my inspiration
    You are my pillar
    You are truly, my mother
    Thank you for every thing

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    Demi commented on Mother

    03-13-2009

    Very beautiful, I relate

    shabbani

    06/22/2009

    Thanks Demi, I'll also like to read your poems. Please send me some

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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