‘Mothers’

Mothers are the seed that keeps on growing 

and nurturing growth

They are the ones that hold your heart,  in their hands 

and your hands in their heart


Even when my hands were soiled, my Mother still kissed them and washed them; with her tears




Happy Mother’s Day! 

To all Mothers, past, present and future.

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