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Dalton1
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 Posted - 06 May 2009 : 22:57:35
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Mother
When she sat at mid or late night
and watched me in sleep,
or fed and quenched my thirst.
Her bosom was my pillow,
her back was my reclining couch,
and her laps was my sofa.
Can i ever write a bill for these
sacred and whole hearted love,
care and services.
Who else could have done it better or best?
Her arms was the coolest and safest garage to park and yet
no parking fees.
When i was sick who but her
that was my nurse, who but
her that cleaned me to grow.
The natural, in homogenised ,
No need for pasteurization.
Breast fed that most today
had never suckled.
Mother is sweet ,
Mothering, nothing like it,
My mother i will not exchange
for gold or silver.
God bless all the mothers.
Dawda K. Jallow, 2009.
Source: Gambia-L
A very touching poem written by Dawda. I think when it comes to a mother, words hardly can do it all. Nonetheless we try to picture them well, and he succeeded in doing that in this mighty poem of his. With Mother's day fast approaching, this poem deserves the flagpole in the air to champion the struggle for all mothers.
"God Bless All the Mothers." Amen!
For the mothers
D.. 
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"There is no god but Allah (SWT); and Muhammad (SAW)is His last messenger." shahadah. Fear & Worship Allah (SWT) Alone! (:
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