I can't thank you (To- mother)
The most comforting cradle are your arms
Your magical care without any charms
Just your touch changes ordinary stone to gold,
Isn't it my duty to take care whenyou get old?
But am I doing that? I highly doubt,
All I do is be picky and constantly shout
If I could write a poem to truly thank you,
I would have to be reborn, again and anew
In your praise, all of the ink'd dry up,
For you ma, there could be no backup
I want to talk heart to heart,
But we've been doing that since I was born!
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Heart to Heart
PoetryCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.