Affection

There was a coding shelter
Came to me with armful
Stroke and pat
I am safe from herior and  terror
It may her sweat hardness
Or sharpness of tears

Naturally, my mouth possessed 
For some fury and wrath
But, there was only smile
Smile of affection and passion
Even now, I am drinking
The bitterness of weep
It was this , non-consideration of
Her worthy videos
And weakness of return back
Of her fondness
It's my offense , my 
Own crime, I hate myself 
Until, A heartful love
Resture on her calm face !
My lovely mother. . . .