Oh tiny bud of mine…
who will blossom one day to a vibrant flower,
but shall not remember these beautiful times,
when your naïve fragrance filled my garden of memories with joy.
In stormy weathers,
when existence was thorny;
you smiled…..
… guiding me through …
You forgave and forgot my errors,
Discreetly swallowing my deeds of amateur motherhood
…without
even uttering a word,
Still crawling back in my arms for comfort…
making me even more stronger…
…
molding me,
‘your mother’…
To each mother, her child is the most special and to each child, his mum is the best! They know that...and "HE" knows that :)
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