<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367376" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother's Pride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lion cubs were all laid low<br>With heavy heads as proof, <br>Their golden coats were all aglow, <br>Yet now not one could move...<br>For there they were, as most cubs are, <br>When they've run round and round...<br>With each one thinking he's the star, <br>Yet now can't make a sound...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their mother looked at this each day, <br>No longer quite surprised, <br>At first, she glared with some dismay, <br>Until she realised...<br>Now interlocked, just breathing in, <br>Not far from dreamland, friends...<br>With nothing more to prove or win, <br>Almost as daytime ends...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their mother looked as eyelids sagged<br>Then fluttered for a while, <br>Then sniggered as their hot feet dragged...<br>Her memories made her smile...<br>For she was once as young as these, <br>Now humbled by the sun<br>And as she watched them take their ease, <br>She loved them, every one...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'Mother's Pride'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367376" data-title="Mother's Pride de Denis Martindale" data-description="The lion cubs were all laid low With heavy heads as proof, Their golden coats were all aglow, Yet now not one could move... For there they were, as most cubs are, When they've run round and round... With each one thinking he's the star, Yet no..."></div> </div> </div>

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