Mother what it means to me,
Can’t be expressed in words,
She’s so caring & loving,
That nobody can reach her height.
Her Love is expressed in every,
Work & deeds she often does,
I know I can’t do the same,
For her as she does for me.
But I can try to touch,
The feet of hers and pay,
A tribute to her love,
Patience & everything she does for me.
She’s always there, when,
I need her, with a helping hand,
She’s ready to share,
My feelings like a friend.
Her silent prayers are,
And will always remain,
With me wherever I’m,
Whenever I need them.
1 comment:
Really a nice poem. Keep the good work going.
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