THE USE OF MOTHER’S TONGUE
In the cradle of language, a tender birth,
The mother's tongue, a symphony of worth.
A melody woven in familial ties,
Echoing through generations, reaching the skies.
The mother's tongue, a comforting embrace,
Whispers of love, a timeless grace.
In lullabies soft and stories told,
Legacies carried, a treasure to hold.
It dances on the lips, a sacred song,
A bridge to roots, where we belong.
In the cadence of words, a heritage found,
The mother's tongue, a cultural crown.
Through vibrant phrases and idioms old,
In tales passed down, and folklore told,
The richness of history, a tapestry spun,
In the tender embrace of the mother's tongue.
In laughter and tears, it finds its place,
A dialect of love, a warm embrace.
Expressions unique, in every phrase,
The mother's tongue, a beacon that stays.
In the diaspora of words, it stands tall,
A language that binds, one and all.
In the poetry of life, an eloquent rhyme,
The mother's tongue, a gift through time.
So let it be cherished, spoken with pride,
A cultural vessel, in hearts it resides.
For in the embrace of the language we share,
The mother's tongue, a legacy rare.
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