The pain and happiness of life's journey are experienced together
The mother is the comfort and the wind of the mother
She sits on the seat, her lap brings healing
The lamp is our mother, who spreads the leaves of the forest,
Who searches for goodness, who feeds us with goodness,
Who does not take their rice at the time of eating
She does not look at the sight of us two with fear, doubt, or anxiety, the dew that sees the sun in the morning
She is a source of strength from her sight, the moon rises
She sacrifices her whole power for us
She is a creation, all goodness is combined
About the Creator
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This was emotional and beautiful at the same time.....
How beautiful your poem is The lamp is mother and healing is her lap that’s so true ♦️💕♦️