Cry No More
Amber Bokhari October 5, 1997
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#2 Posted by wasiq on November 6, 1997 9:15:45 pm
That was absolutely beautiful. I am so happy that you are saying all of this; somewhere in the heavens someone is smiling down at you. This is the dedication that she deserved.
#1 Posted by Mobasher on November 6, 1997 8:43:12 pm
Amber, your piece ``Cry No More``, did make me
cry! And grown men don`t cry, do they? It
brought back memories of my own mamma ...
HOUSE OF MATERNAL LOVE ...
Gently you put me with your
loving wings
within your warm heart Mamma,
where turtle doves
always sing;
You built my nest in a secret oak
tree ...
a nest so free ...
made of motherly passion
and flowers of eternity.
You taught me what I needed to
know
by showing my heart all senses
and how to grow;
the most beautiful lullabies you
sang for me
with a voice so clear, filled with
motherly love and an honest melody.
Sheltered by you from rain,
storm and snow
until I was safe again and
sun was glittering in the rainbow.
I still love you, Mamma, your love has
meant a lot;
even now when the nest has
fallen down
and the singing turtle doves are
the only thing I`ve got!
cry! And grown men don`t cry, do they? It
brought back memories of my own mamma ...
HOUSE OF MATERNAL LOVE ...
Gently you put me with your
loving wings
within your warm heart Mamma,
where turtle doves
always sing;
You built my nest in a secret oak
tree ...
a nest so free ...
made of motherly passion
and flowers of eternity.
You taught me what I needed to
know
by showing my heart all senses
and how to grow;
the most beautiful lullabies you
sang for me
with a voice so clear, filled with
motherly love and an honest melody.
Sheltered by you from rain,
storm and snow
until I was safe again and
sun was glittering in the rainbow.
I still love you, Mamma, your love has
meant a lot;
even now when the nest has
fallen down
and the singing turtle doves are
the only thing I`ve got!
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