The laps of these two mothers are warm,
To cuddle and squeeze to keep in their palms,
If warmth is the temperature of love,
Then they have the love in their burning stove,
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Flowers...pride of the garden, mothers oasis of the hearts. Good write..and i agree...fantastic conclusion.
What a fantastic poem, V.S.! THE CONCLUDING LINES ARE SIMPLY GREAT!
a v good one indeed..mothers r flowers soft n always good by nature, spreading their fragnance all over n making every hearts happy.....