She is divine
She is as good as old wine
A mother so fine,
She gave us birth
And brought us into this beautiful earth
A place full of mirth
And living on it is worth.
She sowed in us good seeds
And pruned away those dirty weeds
She did feed
Us, with all the qualities to do good deeds.
When we fell sick,
She did pick
Us, in her arms and would stick
Through the night , like a clock that ticks.
She is as soft as a feather
And yet tough as leather
You don't need any other
To protect you under all weather.
God give one
And to all those born under the sun
A MOTHER in their life's long run.
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