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How my sister made herself my mother?
#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The tastes of my adulthood,
Cooked by the hands of your grace,
The visions of my livelihood,
Hatched from vibes of your memory trace,
You filled every voids you could,
Never making me feel the empty space.
You carved my soul in its heartwood,
Never giving the evil a trace.
Every struggles and challenges withstood,
Never falling back in this race.
Never in life I understood,
That you were my mother,disguised in sisters place.
N.B.Please give your valuable feedbacks ,the mother of a writers inspiration.
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The tastes of my adulthood,
Cooked by the hands of your grace,
The visions of my livelihood,
Hatched from vibes of your memory trace,
You filled every voids you could,
Never making me feel the empty space.
You carved my soul in its heartwood,
Never giving the evil a trace.
Every struggles and challenges withstood,
Never falling back in this race.
Never in life I understood,
That you were my mother,disguised in sisters place.
N.B.Please give your valuable feedbacks ,the mother of a writers inspiration.
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