a poem

The mothers body is growing weak

with every hour of non sleep

The body is unable to sustain 

Droopy eyed and dragging feet 

A crying baby in one arm

She rocks it trying to sooth it

unable to do so

she cries....passed tired

She doesn't know what to do...

All she wants, yerns for is sleep, 

something to rest those sleep deprived eyes

Shaky arms and cold limbs so presses on until...

the baby is crashed out in her arms..

but she dare not move, for it will wake 

at the slightest movement

she finally closes her eyes...

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[Wondering Mind]

the pains, the sleepless nights, and all the sacrifice will be with each new smile as they grow up. There is nothing purer on this Earth than the love of a mother for her child, a hint of Divine Love on Earth.