A mother's love is undying
Defying myself to conceal unhappiness
Her love controls me to strengthen me up
I look above the clouds to fill my mind
With the love she gave, everything seems to be true
Walking downwards towards her and crying upon her shoulder
Still life with her is the happiness that I need
Whenever you change the world, still mother is a mother
I am happy to have her as my angel of life.
Sir thank you! I appreciate your wonderful comment. Its such a pleasure. Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And to thank mothers. Nice work.
Thank you sir Edward! May God bless you!