Mother
Mother
Mentor and friend
Heaven-sent, you my saint
The root of my roots, my deep land
Your traits ever I carry in my stand
From your very core I expand
Me suffices be proud
Of my dearest
Mother
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Mother
My painful truth
I learned not to whine
Just your sweet memory to prize
I hold you mum dear and even I smile
Aches lose essence in your presence
My heart but full of lumps
Yearning for you
Mother
(Double Rictameter)
August 28th, 2018
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018
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