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Fragrance of childhood!
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Every day is so memorable with
this lady of so much grace,
My mischiefs were all covered up
so swiftly so that there's no trace,
And still she would motivate me,
cheer me up and praise.
An ocean of patience
to sum up, I will have to look for a phrase.
She is a beauty of her own kind,
who will set you ablaze.
I sometimes pretend to imitate her
thinking I can compete her,
She defeats me every time
with the smallest gestures of her kind.
I am empowered by this beautiful soul
This is an incredible feeling to behold.
MOTHER is the purest form of love,
whose definition is still to be explored.
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Every day is so memorable with
this lady of so much grace,
My mischiefs were all covered up
so swiftly so that there's no trace,
And still she would motivate me,
cheer me up and praise.
An ocean of patience
to sum up, I will have to look for a phrase.
She is a beauty of her own kind,
who will set you ablaze.
I sometimes pretend to imitate her
thinking I can compete her,
She defeats me every time
with the smallest gestures of her kind.
I am empowered by this beautiful soul
This is an incredible feeling to behold.
MOTHER is the purest form of love,
whose definition is still to be explored.
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