Who is she?

She goes through the day,
With her hands chained,
A slave to responsibilities,
That the society has made,
A mother, a daughter, a wife,
A colleague, a sister,
Filled with so much life,
Yet complain she does not,
It wasn't something she was taught,
With a smile on her face,
She holds the family together,
Who is she you ask?
Well it's my mother.



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2011-04-23 at 16:27

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rajesh poonia
Mother is like this, but not a slave to responsibilities its a kinda of bond mixed with love n only love. she prays n works for family v never know, how....a treat for reader...Super like!
2011-04-25


Silent Philosopher
You can tell through your writing that you admire your mother. Mothers help us become who we are today. Very beautiful.
2011-04-24


John Ashleigh
Family is a divine thing. Inner strength will never wither when the ties of family hold us together. You write beautifully, and the format and rhyme work so well. It is good to see more poetry from you, my friend. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-23