Tag Archive | Mother


: ienla

Under the summer noon’s harsh light,

A mother cradles her child to feed

Holds him to suckle at her breast

To soothe, the whimpering cries.

A small bundle yet, it is the world;

Dear than her life.

The world unseeingly pass by

She gazes on and in

The limpid pool of her eyes

Her hopes and fears reflect.

In an instant gone,

Overcome, by a mother’s love.