Motherhood
Her grown up face,
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome,
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest,
Restless, though happy she seems,
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweater from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!
Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2006
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