It is nature of all the mothers <br />To heartily cherish their sons <br />To believe with worship <br />In the mortality of the sons <br />To whim and fancy <br /> That nothing can beat their sons, <br /> <br />It is nature of all the mothers <br />To replace their love for husbands <br />With the love of sons, <br />Always to suspect <br />That their daughters in law <br />Are giving raw deals of life and love <br />To the precious sons, <br />To stress for virgin marriage of the sons <br />To doubt and snook at the beauties of sons' loves, <br /> <br />It is nature of all the mothers <br />To be in nostalgia of their past love <br />On the look of the new beards on sons' face <br />To equate the virgin tone in the sons bass <br />With the voices of a raw lover <br />On the nuptial night of the eloping evening, <br /> <br /> <br />It is nature of all the mothers to fault the person <br />Of other woman's sons <br />Only to glorify the character of their own <br />As they project fortune for heir own <br />But stark fate or failure <br />Befalling the male neighbourhood, <br />To ask the powers that be <br />For a political treat to their sons <br />On a baseboard of full discredit <br />Unto the otherness that be.<br /><br />alexander opicho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-nature-of-all-mothers/