To measure the Depth
Of a mothers love is a task uphill
As she herself knows it not, still
Till the blossoms on her branch
Face a threat
(Even a cough or sneeze
Are threat enough!)
Woe betide anyone else!
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The tears often come faster
The fears she does not master
The years of struggles
The nights of drudges
All talk of a Depth untold
And as yet unplumbed
The bond ne’er falters
The depth ne’er alters!
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To measure the Depth
Of a mothers love is a task uphill
The bond ne’er falters
The depth ne’er alters
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In Response to Daily Prompt : Depth
Ripples N Reflections 
Oh. There are some things that cannot be measured. 🙂 Depth of a mother’s love is one such. She may not know it herself, yes, but infinity doesn’t really have a value on it, does it? 😀
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No indeed it does not! Well said, Vinay….thanks for your time….
🙂
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