My Wonder Mother
From the crack of dawn to hours of late
She worked tirelessly for her brood of eight
Sweaty and exhausted, waited till everyone ate
Then watered down the curry for her plate
Written on:04/17/2017
Contest: Form M Monorhyme by Broken Wings
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2017
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