Mothers' Day Poem by mazHur Butt

Black or White
Short and Stout
Tall and Slim
Happy or Grim
Mothers-it's all about...

Mothers love
Always live
Even if they die
Their soul to heaven flies
Like a moon-dove.

Once a year
is not enough
for Mothers' Day
More mothers are there
Than one can swear.

Let memory of mothers
Not be lost
In the hustle bustle
of this world
Mothers will come
Mothers will go
But their memory lives
In the heart-beats of those
That Heart doth know.