Wednesday, August 12, 2009


With a gentle heart and caring ways
Whose words are always full of praise
Concern in whose eyes is shone
With my every tear falling lone

Whose dreams are filled with aspirations
The sole reason for my inspirations
Whose words are measured and talks are wise
It's no surprise she is always nice

Every time I hurt or cry
Who'd hold me close and rock me by
For every mistake that i would make
She would teach me how the blame to take

Whose quiet and subtle soothing ways
Are like bright rays on gloomy days
And she can be none other
Than my very own loving mother

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