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Written 12 May 2025

The Duality of Motherhood Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Suzette Richads

Motherly Love and Frowns Treading down the memory lane streams to my mind memories from far yet near, some sweet, some sour, memories preciously shelved in the precincts of my inner sanctum; so sweet were the mindful motherly hugs of love like the embrace of a divine angel so serene soft and self-assuring her smiles like the spring selfless sunshine so delicious her warm kisses on the forehead that no other feel can replace, yet interspersed at times with some harsh words for playing hide and seek on the sideway street; so soft was the caress of her hands on the cheeks that not even a beloved can bestow so cool and compassionate her cuddly care no considerate nurse can dispense so pleasing to rest on her merciful knees more so after a hectic day`s fatigue, yet interposed often times with some scowls for dusting my clothing or getting home late after cycle rides; In afterthought, her love and frowns have made me the man I am.

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Date: 5/13/2025 3:30:00 PM
Hello Guptar, you have lovely memories of your mom. blessings my friend. /Darlene/
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/14/2025 10:14:00 AM
Hello Guptar, You are welcome my friend. Yes Guptar that is so true. Thank you my friend. I wish you many blessings my friend. /Darlene/
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Krishnanand Guptar
Date: 5/14/2025 8:59:00 AM
Thank you dear friend for visiting my page and for your kind wishes. Memories of mom can never be erased from our mind until we heave our last breath. Wish you a pleasant day filled with blessings.

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