Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

A Mother's Work (Nonet)


Their invisible bond never ends
Life cord that ties child to mother
Love connects, as she attends
Unselfish tender care
Child grows maturing
The bond is there
Character
Growing
Strength.

Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, November 14, 2012

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  • Joe Breunig (10/15/2013 3:40:00 PM)

    A lovely sentiment of a proud parent; nicely written.

    -Joe Breunig,
    Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory (Report) Reply

  • Alan Walsh (6/9/2012 7:10:00 PM)

    This is a lovely poem, detailing a Mother's love for her child, starting off in the womb and tapering into a bond of a Mother's love for her adult child. (Report) Reply

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