To My Son About Mother

To My Son About Mother short poem

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It sweeps from my lips and lands softly on your Mother’s ear…
without thought or effort
Never is it a matter of choice
For it is as simple and natural as a breath of air
It is never conditional on my perception of self-worth
It is spontaneous and borderless
wishing only to touch her heart
It shapes my masculinity in honor of her femininity
All fears and doubts fade when I embrace the grace so evident within her
The words, “I love You” are water cupped in my hands from deep clean springs
for her to drink.

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Nelaksh Shukla
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Great

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@keith_wilson, a poem to profess enduring love to the mother of a son. Rarely do people find reason to show cognizance to a love made familiar by time, almost unnoticeable from the surroundings, as having blended through everyday living. It takes a keen eye, sharp perception and a sensitive heart to spot this. And some poetic prowess to write the poem.

Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful expression of love… One that is taken for granted.

Shamala Chandran
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Beautifully written, mothers love is always unconditional…

ammu sachariah
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Beautiful poem. mothers love is spontaneous and border less.

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