#MothersDayPoem
Memories of my cradle lay in the folds of your embrace,
Life turned hard when I left that cozy space,
Mothers are pious of every living race,
Every moment with you should be at the slowest pace,
to enclave myself with your aura is absolute grace.

The way you would cuddle and play,
that was life in it's prettiest way,
in every sphere you...