Mother Loves
Clinging closely inside her waist
she nourish me,from her tongue of taste
I am spinning cartwheels,with the use of no hands
standing upright,unbalanced head stands
when in pain,I feel her frown
any spoken word,I hear her sound
late at night when she lay to rest
I snuggle closer beneath her breast
the unity,the bond that we share
there is no greatness to compare
when she whisper and talk to me
her familiar face yes,I can see
there is no other, far and above
she breaks the barrier a Mothers Love.
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