Friday, 28 September 2018

My mom's lap

My mom's lap,
Soft and comfortable,
A heaven on earth,
A place I can call home.

My mom's lap,
Removes distress,
Vanishes my worries,
Gives me hope,
Boosts up my worth.

Her tender caressing,
My broad forehead,
That's always thinking,
About uncertain future,
And irreversible past.

Her gentle brushing,
My disheveled hair,
Giving me confidence,
A symbol of hope,
That everything will be okay.

My mom's lap,
A place of love,
Affection and compassion,
A place I can call home.

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2 comments:

  1. Unknown28 September 2018 at 02:26

    Very nicely worded from your inner feeling n reflected in the firm of poem
    Keep it up God bless you

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