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A mother's love

Its a love so divine and true
A mother's love cannot be compared to another
It is as sweet as honey...
A taste that remains palatable
Throughout a lifetime
Her love is as warm as wool
She goes through the hustle and bustle
To ensure that life for her child is pretty cool

As steady as a rock
Mother's love remains unchanged
Amidst faults and wrongs of her child
She forgives

A mother's love is as gentle as a dove
She's always there with a dose of love
Mother remains patient as Job
Through the thick  and thin
Even the highs and lows
Quietly  teaching  and  correcting  in love
For the hope she has for  her  child

She gets busy as a bee
So lucrative and creative
Engaging in business
And  neglecting  idleness

Her love is incomparable
In her smile, you see the sunshine
Her heart is made of pure gold
Yes, her love never  grows old
A mother's love
😘💕❤💕❤💝💞

                          Alice Asuquo

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