Mother and Kids
For long days and hour her kid is sick Starving day and night without sleep; Her eyes are red, face indicates remorse Jostled for sympathy, affection and adores Not flush a single rest gracefully set to the fore To bequeath reticence and spirit related to score. For brushwood worship, purity and verve of mind And to cure forthwith and heritage assured. Along fall-safe to sanctify her home and hearth Like lack-luster and stock still allied in dearth For clear begging to regain and develop her life Nix issue of morals, ideal, love and sacrifice Her point in time to enable her ranging glow To motivate carefulness to tenderly show The providence of hunting amid of golden age Where the rash and lurk move along entourage To epitomize honour, the ribbons of ruby and jade To puff our soil to match sanctity and love-arcade To cross the bar to budge with beauties of truth For stillness and pleasure by never-ending its growth.