Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Mother's Love


Mother's warmth of love,
      what can match her pure love,
her love for her child,
      no matter how old I be,
no matter, how tall I grow,
      I will still be a mere child,
in her eyes, I am her child,
      still and always will be her child
-Kazi
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