How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is conceived nine months in the womb
the child that is cradled at daytime,
night time until dawn?
How can a mother forget her child?
How can a mother forget her child
the child who after the flow of months
has learned to stand and run?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child whose mouth imitates her mother`s tongue,
the child who after a year or two can say,
'Mama, I love you'?
How can a mother forget her child,
the child who is so dear in her own heart and mind,
the child that reveals the mystery of creation,
the beauty of growth and human interaction.
the infinity of our own universe
within its finite linear time?
I always read and enjoy your poems, keep sharing and God bless you,
again a masterpiece liz.. pls go through my poem my mother and an unpublished poem
Hej, Rajesh, thanks for commenting on this poem. Have a good New Year!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! ! ! Good work. Enjoy mine too.
Hi, Lloyd Savage, thanks for liking this entry. Keep on connecting.