The big day

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the world wide over.



2 Responses to The big day

  1. ekurie says:

    I love this poem, I never saw it before. Thank you!

  2. cruisin2 says:

    glad you liked it.

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