Mother love



I often wonder,



the love of a mother,



yet tender yet protective,



to her young.




 



she a friend,



a comforter,



a strenght of support,



of unending sacrifice.




 



who watched my infact head,



yet when i was tender,



and above all unending carass,



my mother.




 



i have watched you from afar,



i often wonder,



oh love so unquenching



a mother love.




 

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