She was a real mother
Mother to her core
The whole world was
Her child to her
Never bothered about species
Or any other silly fuss
Every baby was a baby to her
Even if it was alligator, bear.
Her love knew no boundary
It was like an ocean
Overwhelming every thing
Without any discrimination
Being around her meant
Being doused by her waves
She never even stopped to look
Who was it being blessed.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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