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motherly love
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace
nights which you had scolded me where of love
putting me on part
shaping me into a jewelry
is what I'm grateful to you as my mother.
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace
nights which you had scolded me where of love
putting me on part
shaping me into a jewelry
is what I'm grateful to you as my mother.
