An Ode To A Bond

An Ode To A Bond ode

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What is it that binds,
In the passing of time,
By invisible chords,
That time can’t wear off?

As strong and deep rooted
A tie that can never snap,
Holds the threads,
That bind us together.

A bond stronger,
By the day,
A mother to child,
Pulling the heartstrings.

A fulfilling bond,
A link of love,
A precious one of,
A mother-child heart.

Each strand that never frays,
Stronger with each storm,
If time breaks or snaps,
One that will cut the heart.

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Laya Sarath

Lovely geemme.. the bond is inexplicable…

kwai chee low

A beautiful ode to the love and bond between mother and child.


Being a mother myself, i find this poem so close to my heart and really touching:)


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