Mamma Days can be a little rough. A little dry and a little cold. Mamma can hug you to make it warm. She holds you still and saves you from all. Her laps can make you fall asleep. Her hands caressing your forehead can heal all the pains. She is like a candle ;who burns herself down to give you the warmth. She is like an umbrella; who gets wet to keep you from the storm. She has oceans of love to give. Her demand list contains no items. When pain lingers upon,attacks and breaks , She fixes the pieces without any manual. Her kiss mends the broken heart. Her care knits all the loose threads. Her support is the desert of every meal. Her worry becomes the street light of a street called life. She is a worrier and a warrior. She holds fountains of water and flames of fire. -Admin K, from the pages of a diary P.S - share it ..if you love your mamma.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 12:12:14 +0000
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