Depth


 

To measure the Depth

Of a mothers love is a task uphill

As  she herself knows it not, still

Till the blossoms on her branch 

Face a threat 

(Even a cough or sneeze 

Are threat enough!)

Woe betide anyone else! 

****‘

The tears often come faster

The fears she does not master 

The years of struggles

The nights of drudges

All talk of a Depth untold

And as  yet unplumbed

The bond ne’er falters

The depth ne’er alters!

****

To measure the Depth

Of a mothers love is a task uphill

The bond ne’er falters

The depth ne’er alters

****

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In Response to Daily Prompt : Depth

 

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2 thoughts on “Depth

  1. Vinay Leo R. July 21, 2016 / 7:50 pm

    Oh. There are some things that cannot be measured. 🙂 Depth of a mother’s love is one such. She may not know it herself, yes, but infinity doesn’t really have a value on it, does it? 😀

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