Monday, July 29, 2013

Poem; A Gift

A Gift
RVQ


She was a price as well as a gift
Given to me, whenever I’m in grief
I didn’t asked for this
But he just seemed to be pleased

She became my religion
Who enlightened my vision
She carries my soul
And to direct it was a goal.

No one could ever contradict
How she gives a verdict
Worries, sadness and grief
My pains are nothing because she keeps
It’s wonderful to know
There’s this person who could show
That life is perfect with discipline
It’s a mother so loving.



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