A mother's
#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she she'd
Her child who is in the cloth bed tied to the trees
Despite the dust, heat and noise
He sleeps in peace ...
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she she'd
Her child who is in the cloth bed tied to the trees
Despite the dust, heat and noise
He sleeps in peace ...