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Mother
Contributed by
xHeathenx
on
Friday, 17th December 2010 @ 03:57:38 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Come child, Come to me.
Let me tend thy wounds.
Thy blood will not run,
When I shall hold ye.
The conflagrations can not burn ye.
For I shall hold ye safe.
Mine heart within mine bosom,
Forever shall be devoted.
To thy Tender flesh, and thy tender being
For they Rely upon mine help.
Whether it be rain or shine,
Whether ye be sick or well,
I will be thy giver.
Give thee life when ye perish.
I will be thy drug,
To thumb thee when in pain.
I will be thy mother,
And take care of thee for all days.
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xHeathenx
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2010-12-17 03:57:38]
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Re: Mother
(User Rating: 1 )
by Waynster on
Thursday, 26th February 2015 @ 06:39:13 AM AEST
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This is nice, but different. It reminds me of poetry of early days. Still a good write though. I wanted to read it and comment, i noticed your comments for this poem were at zero. Keep on writing.
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