Woman is my mother,
One who gave me sister and brother
She is joy and love of my father
Weakness in her look,
But she can bend down the strongest ones
Fearful indeed but she makes them fearless
Perhaps she is uneducated,
But she is the first teacher of professors
She is so beautiful, inner not always outer
Without women,
Loneliness and woe can marry every man
But who can birth and raise those men first?
Reason why i respect, love,
And wish all the best to every woman
In this life, they play greatest role for all of us.
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Author:
Pacifique Niyitanga (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2021 06:44
- Category: Family
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Comments3
A beautiful poem celebrating everybody's mother. Well done, Niyitanga!
Thank you so much FP
Wonderful words of tribute to all mothers Niyitanga.
Andy
a wonderful dedication, timely and so innately: relatable
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