Monday, May 4, 2009

Mothers are the gardeners

Mothers are the gardeners
Of wind-blown wild flowers.
They water them with happy tears,
Happy with them many years,
Even as the hours
Ring with sweet, sad melodies
Sighing through their bowers.
Posted by Rahul Bhandari at 10:36 PM
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