Raised with the fire,
Of a self learned woman;
Cradled under the shade,
Of bamboo trees;
Laid on an arched back,
Whilst toiling clay lands;
Don’t mind, when I declare-
I am my mother’s daughter.
Waved off to school,
With hands- worn from milking,
Fed whilst her stomach,
Growled of hunger;
Appeased with a smile stamped,
On a face darkened from wood’s soot;
Don’t mind, when I declare,
I am my mother’s daughter.
Raised her girls to be queens,
In a land ruled by men;
Bore the brute of words,
For demanding education;
Believed- in their strength while
The world tried to break them;
Don’t mind, when I declare,
I am my mother’s daughter.
The beautiful painting above is the artwork of Claudia Tremblay
You can feel the daughter’s pride! Great job!
Sent you a email 🙂
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Thank you Joy! This poem is for every mother raising her kids right 💪🏽
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Very powerful message there Ameena. Well done. I loved it. 🙂
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Thank you very Much Colin 😄
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Auburn 😊
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Wonderful job on this, Ameena! The message is a great tribute to her mother,and shows deep appreciation for her.
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Thank you very much JC. This is in fact a tribute to every mother who raised her kids right 😄
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This is so strong and powerful and yet gentle and beautiful! It’s one of my favorites for sure.
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Awe, thank y very much! That’s such a pleasure to hear! 😄
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Peace.
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Beautiful, thanks for sharing!
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Thank very much Ashley, I’m glad you like it 😊
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A fine tribute
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Thank y very much sir! That is indeed what it is, a tribute
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This is absolutely beautiful poetry Ameena. Amazing story of compassion and understanding. Thank you so much for sharing this with us…
Hope your day is most beautiful…
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Thank you very much 😄. This poem is inspired by my awe for women who raise their children to beat the odds. Have a great week!
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yes indeed beautiful , poginant and true ❤
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Thank you very much for your wonderful comment and have a great week ahead 😄
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same to you Ameena K.G 😉
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Thank you very much Colin, 😄
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Such a powerful message. And I think the mother in question would be proud.
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Thank you very much Jade. Yes, she is, exceptionally proud. 🙂
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Loved this very much.
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Thanks! I’m glad you do. 🙂
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touched by heart. lovely poem sis 🙂
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Awww, thank you very much Sana sis 😄
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you 😊. I’m glad you like it
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You are welcome!
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Fathers too do sacrifices
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Yes they do.
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Such a lovely and proud poem.. 🙂 Enjoyed reading every line of it… 🙂
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Thank y very much Prakash, I am glad you enjoyed it, I hope you have been doing well?
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Welcome..
Yes. Hope the same there.. 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much 😊
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This is beautiful…
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Thank you very much Shelly. I am glad you like it 😊
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You’re Welcome Ameena!
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