Mom πŸ’–πŸŒ






Enduring in her body for ten months....
Made me suffer unbearably...
Didn't put a drop out of it...
I was there until I was growing up....
Caring for me since birth...
Eaten and Fed was made by carrying me....
Thinking of the pain as my own 
Love given sought without enough...
Growing up I was a little bit...
But her love for children is always ..
Though I'm still young ..
The second buddha said that the Mother is this...
πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–























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