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discipline handling Poetry

The Mother In You———-Parenting–3


The mother in you I surmise
at a time accepts without disguise
wills not to take any tries
accepts what comes and behave nice.

The mother in you I perceive
takes not anything under the sleeve
goes on with a staunch believe
an ideal custom that lends a relieve.

The mother in you I hope
at a later stage gives a long rope
but when the children encounter a slope
rushes to help them out to cope.

The mother in you I know
never intends your ward to a follow
inculcates principles profound in slow
a sane procedure that keeps them in a toe.

The mother in you I worship with fervour
a beautiful system you framedraising teenagers. with rigour
took it up with earnestness and valour
has placed you in a pedestal of fame and honour

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Age location place Poetry reciprocal space

The Mother In You —— Parenting -2


The mother in you as I find
tells that you are very kind
you treat your children with a vow
never do you let yourself to a bow.

The mother in you I admire
as your ways should come up in wire
you allow them a space to grow
never do you grant them an extra place to slip.

The mother in you I appreciate
the touch you have with them never depreciates
mindless of their age in general
let alone their locations in referral.

The mother in you I dedicate
a loveliness in all with an indicate
the reciprocal you receive from your kids
keeps me aghast and amazed in all bids.

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fundamentals. motherly parenting Poetry

The Mother In You—-Parenting


The mother in you
sees your children in true
seeing alone is not the clue
disciplining them is worth a few.

The mother in you more or less
makes you love your child none the less
that is not the only direction in less
it is but one of a process in plus.

The mother in you all the more
watches the child evermore
mean not to go behind him to the core
a distant monitor is the way to reach the shore.

The mother in you has to be careful
a kindling spirit you must be in full
a guiding force all very beautiful
that be the procedure to bring them wonderful.

That be the mother in grace
bringing up children is no haze
the fundamentals are the base
all these would attract a gaze.mother in you

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bliss grace picture Poetry

Mother Feeds—-No Inhibition


A child hungrily sucks the breast
the mother holds him in a fond rest
a beautiful sight to view
the child has no clue
hunger is his only thought
other than else no other slot
the mother’s blood turns into milk
the child finishes his feed with a lick
the milk being a life-giving nectar
complements and supplements all sectors
it is a boon to both the giver and the receiver
like mercy it is twice blest
blesses the one that gives
and the one that takes
with the mother having gained benefits
the child nevertheless faces no deficit
they present a picture of bliss and grace
nothing to do with scorn even breast feedingin a trace.

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thoughts

Me, Without A Clue


Think for a while

quoth my mother in style

I was upset in a way

things have gone astray

Lo! my mother interrupts

her wisdom disturbs.

Have I been ever rash?

there I see a flash

It is but foolish

I had not spoken my wish

It is my silence all through

rash it is in terms true

quietness is an arrogance

considered also as an irreverence

Well! that is me through and through

always to myself without a clue

the same to  those far and near

even to my mother so dear.

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thoughts

The Cry and Smile


The child cries
for what she knows not
cries she all aloud
tears run down her cheeks
face turns scarlet
the mother tries to pacify her
feeds her with milk
makes noise with the rattle
holds her close to the bosom
the child cries even more
knowing not what to do
the mother breaks down
she whispers and sobs
looks the child perplexed
sits there silent for a time
crawls towards her mother
wipes the tears that flow
softly kisses her mom
with a broad smile as ever.baby cries and smiles

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thoughts

Did I Not?


Did I not tell you?
said the mother to her son
Did I not warn you?
said the mother to her daughter.
Did I not bear with you?
said the tired wife to her husband.
How many did I not?
I hear all around
I throw my towels
that be the last
Did I not?
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thoughts

The Other Way Rememberance


Remember your mother
think of your father
say the Holy Scriptures
acknowledge the Holy men
a nice thought in the run
how could it be ?
I address with a plea.

They brought us to the world
raised us well as told
worked hard to take care
is it anything rare?
I recollect the days slowly
fighting odds was not there truly
the little here and largesse there
has left me to closeremeber bare.

The good they did to me at least
never outdid the bad in treat
showered they the treasures on one
refused to part the same to the next one
I mean not the monetary in all
they be the love in full
never did I receive any without trial
well, that might be their style.

The Holy Scriptures do not record
nor do the Holy Men are in accord
the one-sided formula is the universal rule
ignore the travails they preach in full
work on the positives all the more
set aside the negatives from the shore
never could I act on that way
I stand alone from the crowd all day.

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thoughts

Nemesis


Mother and daughter
a bondage that would last
got snapped in between

The son did
for his own personal interest
the mother believed.

The daughter lost
more so the maternal love
suffered a lot.

The son gained
usurped the daughter’s share too
all tactfully done.

The mother died
the relationship never got better
the daughter downestranged daughter.cast.

The son revels
having got a bigger share
happiest he be.

The nemesis would
strut in catch him unaware
disaster befell him.

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thoughts

The Days in Trend.


A day for all things
be it for lovers
for mothers ,for teachers
for fathers, for all souls
for all saints ,for all I know not
has been the latest trend
that flows throw the bend
a card is invariably cardsent
with that the day is forgotten
a token of remembrance is what you say
to me it is an expense at bay
frolicking and thanksgiving should come
not from the lips but from the heart
a true way to remember in silence.