The callus that makes a father’s hand rough,
each and every layer, is compacted with Love.
The mantra sentences from a mother,
each and every word, is also, filled with Love.
This entry was posted on Monday, September 3rd, 2012 at 7:51 am and is filed under Uncategorized. Tagged: Life, Love, Poem, Spiritual, writing.
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agreed to the core.
I still remember the touch of my father, and the tear of my mom, when I first left them at the age of 18 years old, to somewhere far from them to study. Time flies, now is 20 years later.
A “Heart to heart” natural fact!\m/🙂
Almost everyone has their deep feelings with their parents, because of our parents’ unconditioned love =), I just captured a very tiny piece of that love here.
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