Motherliness

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MOTHERLINESS

Motherliness I say,

Is not only pregnancy,

For prostitutes get pregnant,
And give birth to fatherless sons.
Motherliness I say,

With keen love in her soul.

Is about climbing mountains,
So high and spiky,

That even the dreadful warriors,
Run cowardly far from.
Motherliness I say,

With care in her heart.

Is about falling into valleys,

So fierce and deep,

That all tiara of trust,

Have fearfully run from.

Motherliness I say,

With peace in her mind.

Is about swimming in oceans,
So wide and cold,

That even fish friends,

I have refused to swim.
Motherliness I say,

Is not only to give birth,

With tiring labor of life,

Animals also do.

All around the globe now,
ook for mothers,

Like the predators hunting,
Wildly for pleasant prey.
Then suddenly I found this mother of love,
That has attained immortality,
Let every man hear me loud,
YOU ARE A MOTHER.