On Being A Mother Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Every glitters of the day,
Is the sunrise of the morning hay! .
Every twilight of the day,
Are stars shining its greatest hay
Every trials we live for,
Take us away from education.

Educating most of us, .
Caught people in much
Yet there were people
granted avoiding trouble,
tell about the truth dear mother,
To suggest the trouble of
YOu and him
But whatever attidude
Yes, I am sure but
On; y rich could be better
of the liven in Mary and book,
The best sailing id the ideal classroom.
that it would not become,
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