A Baby's Prayer

Bless the mothers and praise their charms
I found "me" in mama's arms
Always safe, always sound
Always honoured with that bound
Graceful, delicate, almost silk
Bless all mothers of mama's ilk

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Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

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Comments

Rula

Your poem had me in tears. so soft and tender I still miss my mom and more than likely always will
thank you for this lovely poem

Dear chrys

What more would a poet wish. Bless you and your mother
Thank you for reading

Dear teddy

Thank you for your kind visit.
I never knew that ilk has a negative meaning. My dictionary doesn't mention any negative use

Here what I find:

ilk 1
— noun

family, class, or kind:
he and all his ilk.
— adjective

same .
— Idioms

of that ilk ,
(in Scotland) of the same family name or place:
Ross of that ilk, i.e., Ross of Ross.
of the same class or kind.