The strains she faced, <br />The pains she embraced, <br />The comforts she placed, <br />Outside her life! <br />The romance she ignored, <br />The bitterness she cored, <br />And the fruits she soared, <br />As a lovely wife! <br /> <br />When she fed her child, <br />Hell turned cold and mild, <br />And the fire was exiled, <br />As the child was content! <br />God wrote on the wall, <br />It's not over and all, <br />Just a glimpse of my call, <br />Kind enough and descent! <br /> <br />And reward of a mother, <br />A golden feather, <br />Nothing else and other, <br />A pleasant surprise! <br />On the Day of Judgment, <br />All dead or dormant, <br />But a mother will be ardent, <br />Its disclosure, premature and unwise!<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-512/
