mothers love
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The responsibilty of my young age hides in your instructions , My safety is always with you , you are the first precaution that made hide from bad things
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The responsibilty of my young age hides in your instructions , My safety is always with you , you are the first precaution that made hide from bad things