P.S: I stole this title from one of PCT's post (plantscantalk)... PCT ...I hope you do not mind... and if you do... then let me know... I will just hide behind the bush :hide::hide::hide: what are moms made of, plastic or steel coz they melt so fast, with feelings so real what are moms made of, stone or rock, coz they love unconditionally, that never stop with clock what are moms made of, white or black coz they heal us quickly, despite of our non-stop quack what are moms made of, heads or tails coz they just keep blessing us, like never ending sales what are moms made of, earth or mars coz they protect us highly, from all wounds and scars what are moms made of, lullaby or song coz they guide and teach us anytime we are wrong what are moms made of, ground or sky coz they act like a pillar, anytime we cry what are moms made of, jaggery or sugar coz they stand by us, even when they themselves slip like butter what are moms made of, robots or hearts coz they give us warmth, and shield us from darts what are moms made of, I will never know the answer but all I can say is, I am very lucky to be born to such an awesome STAR
Wow PD.......clap:clap Crisp and mushy...... :thumbsup Way to go....Do treat us as much as you can......waiting to read and relish:coffee
Wow.... :clap You do deserve the title "inhouse poetess" :thumbsup For mushy "poetry on demand", contact 1-800-MUSHY-PD
Dear PD. I love it. Thank you a LOT. I was hoping that you'd pick the clue up and write out a poem and you did that. Not sure why but y'day i was thinking of my mom in particular and moms in general and this is the first thing which popped up in my mind: ---- And moms are so nice yet they are dealt loaded dice .---- That's when i thought a poem written for moms of the world would be so nice and apt.
Thank you Anita.... well I give half credit to PCT... if it was not for his tittle... I wouldn't have been able to pen down this poem...
Thanks PCT.... here's to you for the inspiration... Bow yess... there is a new flu in IL town .... poefoid :-D I still owe you a big one.... for if it was not for your clue, this poem would have always been due
That is so beautiful Pretty Devil - and made me so homesick....I almost cried when I read this poem -- like the saying goes moms are made of sugar and spice and all things nice
awww ..... cheer up dear.... mom is here and mom is there if you see her from the heart she is everywhere
I know I felt a pinch when I thought of having noodles for dinner and I realized that she is watching me with extra zoom lens all the way from India