HER NAME IS "MOTHER"
Who on earth can show greater loveThan the woman who opens the portal
To that vital and innermost part of her
Where we originate and awfully take form?
What a friend we have in this super woman!
Who, though frail, heavy, sick, and mortal,
Ably bears the weight of our fetus inside her
For three quarters of a year, cold or hot
What on earth can fully pay for her love?
The milk from her breasts, the diet is total
She is a fountain of warmth, comfort and love
Her beauty is incomparable and her name is "Mother"
Copyright Arutee4ever (2009)
Ray Oyil of Raycreations
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