Mothers


Mothers are God's blessings in disguise,
They make you healthy, wealthy and wise.
Then you forget all her sacrifice,
And erase the memories that are now her life.
We regret what we do when she is gone,
Life goes on grappling with this bond
That made us what we are,
Yet we don't learn.

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