I am re-blogging this poem I made last year as I was busy with the scrapbook I was making for my mom. Unfortunately, our printer broke down and I was not able to print the photos I collated and tagged with our names. I’ll give the scrapbook next week when go visit our mom again.
Anyway, I hope you remember the following special poem I made as a tribute to all the moms out there. If you have not read it I hope you’ll like it. This is dedicated to all unsung heroes we called MOMS! Happy Mother’s day! ❤
Frantic is what a mother feels
when her child’s crying a bucket of tears.
A mother is ten times hurting
when her child is feeling the worst thing.
If only she can carry her child’s suffering
she’ll do it without a word uttering.
She’ll sacrifice everything
including her happiness without a warning.
A mother’s love is incomparable,
she’s easily winnable.
Yes, she’ll chastise you for your wrongdoing
but not remain angry for so long.
So I hope you’ll understand when she’s melodramatic,
never assume she’s a lunatic.
She’s only frantic
when your actions were being drastic.
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