The union between a mother and child,
From the first wail to that little tot's smile,
Nursed with milk in her tender arms,
Her embrace shielding from all harm,
Her song filling the tiny ears,
Sweet melodies retained for years,
Such cherished memories to remember,
Throughout life, from the first of November,
Thinking fondly in adulthood,
Those dearest days of motherhood.
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April Assonances
PoesíaBook of poetry for April 2023 Versification hosted by @WattpadPoetry. 8-10 line verses based on each day of April's prompts. (Mostly) A mix of theology, romance, philosophy and a little fun fictional history. www.wattpad.com/story/336414231-versifi...
