We-re sorry!
We have no manners!
But ...
We-re your children and you-re our Mom!
Send us food on golden platters.
Give us love
amidst life-s storms.
If our faith is
less-than-perfect,
do not notice;
We are yours!
Errant children,
dressed in tatters,
Tuka says,
You can-t ignore.
Children Dressed In Tatters
Sant Tukaram
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Poem topics: I love you, faith, food, life, mom, perfect, sorry, ignore, notice, golden, children, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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