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Blessings from above

Blessings from above

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Size does not matter

She is called a Mother

Two legend or four legged

whatever be the Color


Fury, bare, crawly or those who fly

They have a heart all set to cry

Love comes easily for the little one

With their every step, she feels she has won


Her heart beats for them , all day long

She , for them can sing any song

Storyteller , painter , teacher or just Mom

She is the reservoir with power to face every storm


Give her all you have from within

She never in a race to win

Sacrifice .....she demands no price

In time , sometime late , you wouldn’t realise


Binds the family , glue like none other

Head to toe , you can never miss Mother

Brand with no tag , unique in texture and smell

Mothers are a story , or a poem to ponder and dwell


When she is around, you take her for granted

Day she leaves , its tough to be parted

She moves on , still watching over you

Blessing you as you turn a page , brand new


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