Tag Archives: Mother: A Cradle to Hold Me.

It’s almost always that mom is expected to be the strongest and the quietest influence on us. Only a mother seems capable of balancing so many roles and always with a smile.  Join with us as we honour and celebrate motherhood with this fabulous poem from Maya Angelou. Mother: A Cradle to Hole Me It is true I was created in you. It is also true That you were created for me. I owned your voice. It was shaped and …
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