Belated Mother's Day

In the throbs of her heart I heaves my worries
My humble head nestled in her warm bosom
She lays me down in the solace of her gentle voice
Wherefore my earnest dream earns undeserved comfort
Because from her lap is where all begins
No matter How overwhelming life is
Or solemn my humble beginning
In the instinct of her womanhood
Is the hope of light in this world full of dark
So that even through bleary eyes I see
And crying moment yet I hear the still voice that points the way
That I may lay it all down
All that burdens I bear...
She is not Just a mother,
She is a friend, wife, Comforter, Lover
And anything Good in my life.
To All Mothers
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