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#OpenPoetry When he was little I used to hold His

#OpenPoetry When he was little I used to hold His small chubby hand in mine To steady him Now he a big boy And walks tall Without his mother's help. Some day, when he becomes a man, And I grow old and feeble, perhaps He'll hold my hands to steady me. May be then We'll walk hand in hand again. #OpenPoetry A Mother's dream for her old days..
#OpenPoetry When he was little I used to hold His small chubby hand in mine To steady him Now he a big boy And walks tall Without his mother's help. Some day, when he becomes a man, And I grow old and feeble, perhaps He'll hold my hands to steady me. May be then We'll walk hand in hand again. #OpenPoetry A Mother's dream for her old days..
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