A Gift
She
was a price as well as a gift
Given
to me, whenever I’m in grief
I
didn’t asked for this
But
HE just seemed to be pleased
She
became my religion
Who
enlightened my vision
She
carries my soul
And
to direct it was a goal.
No
one could ever contradict
How
she gives a verdict
Worries, sadness and grief
My pains are nothing because she keep
It’s wonderful to know
There’s this person who could show
That
life is perfect with discipline
It’s
a mother so loving.
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