π§ββοΈMotherhoodπ§ββοΈ
A mother sacrifice her self for her children π
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A mother's love is pure and true, A sacrifice she makes anew. Bringing forth new life to this earth, Through pain and joy, a wondrous birth.
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With every breath and every cry, A mother's love will never die. She gives her all to bring forth new, A precious gift, a life so true.
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She labors hard, she bears the pain, For nine long months, her love sustains. She dreams of what her child will be, A precious life, a destiny.
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And when at last the babe appears, She cries with joy, she sheds her tears. For in that moment, she knows true, The miracle of life anew.
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So let us honor mothers dear, For all the pain, for all the fear. For all the love they freely give, So that we may truly live.
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About the Creator
Safeera Sathar
With pen in hand and heart on sleeve,
I weave my thoughts,
My words may not be grand or bold,ο»Ώ
Hoping my words will make some gain.
So if you find me on this page,
Know that I write to engage.
To touch your heart, to stir your soul,



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