MY WHISPER
I look with great admiration
At the woman...beneath her beautiful
As she smiles at her own
Blood of her veins
Kisses on her forehead from it
Suing her emotions with that
Of the little one
Raise it with affection and hope
Handing it to its godmother
To teach it the laws of the land
And let it to the other side
Of the world that awaits,
Humankind respect and honour,
Will let it sit on its throne
The mother looks down from above
Watching over her own
Whom she will hold in her arms again
And watch the mystery of a little legend
In a little book...of untold tales,
Spirit of them will protect their dynasty
To reign. To thrive.
I like ur choice of words n phrases..BFF yeeeeeeeh..
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Appreciation of Woman too ;-)