Poem -

To whome it may concerne (4 moms day)

To whome it may concerne (4 moms day)

for you have carried thee for 
6480 hours .
for u have endured such pain 
and never let go 

for u have planted a seed and 
watched it grow fruits 
and still stood by its side 
to water it .
.        to whome it may concerne 

for you have carried thee for 
6480 hours .
for u have endured such pain 
and never let go 

for u have planted a seed and 
watched it grow fruits 
and still stood by its side 
to water it .

for you have showed me such love 
the unconditional one for you have 
planted so many seeds all over the 
farm but you took care of them equaly

through the storms and heavey rains 
you stood your ground and walked taller 
than the taller people 
you are unbreakable i compare you to 
a stainless steel 

mother you are exeptional.mericulous 
astonishing astounding outstanding 
marvelousin one word
mom you are phenomenal 

for you have showed me such love 
the unconditional one for you have 
planted so many seeds all over the 
farm but you took care of them equaly

through the storms and heavey rains 
you stood your ground and walked taller 
than the taller people 
you are unbreakable i compare you to 
a stainless steel 

mother you are exeptional.mericulous 
astonishing astounding outstanding 
marvelousin one word
mom you are phenomenal 

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