November 18, 2009

Mother

When I was a tiny spec of life
You held me in your arms with tender care
Pains you suffered to get me here
I just cannot tell or try to fathom
For every single move I made
You had an answer ready at hand
In Hunger or Pain I would never be
You were always there to tend and See
I have not seen the God Almighty
But in you I will always see my Deity

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