Morning duties Of coddle and care, The mother inately expresses her love and Her tender mercies as she Embraces her little ones. Resting herself, she finds no time.
Silence is golden Yet, far from home. Mother watches her Boys Inch upward, a daily affair. Out to play, The children Interact with other Children
Crying for mommy, Help is on it's way. Independent, they may pretend. They will always be Locked in and Dependant upon the love their mother gives.
A symbiotic acrostic poem
3rd Place Winner in Poetry Prizm Contest
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