As teenagers we can’t comprehend,
the meaning of a mother’s love.
Her patience and guidance,
her tenderness and wisdom.
Her helpful and caring ways,
the special thoughtful things she does.
Years pass by before we
know the depth of her concern.
The love in her protectiveness,
it takes us long to learn.
Just we grow we understand,
for we look back and see.
Through older eyes
and wiser hearts,
her love and loyalty.
It’s these and other thing,
which makes her grow dearer to us.
More admired and appreciated,
with every passing year.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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