A warm smile, a healing touch,
Slow to anger, quick to comfort,
These are but a few qualities,
Of the innumerable found in our mother.
From the beginning she holds our hand,
Never failing to understand,
Our problems, but we don't care,
For her, until she isn't there.
With gentle hands she leas us along,
With her encouragement, she keeps us strong,
She scolds us when we do some wrong,
But soothes us when in her arms we sob.
Mother is an epitome of kindness and love,
Sweeter than the sweetest of angels and doves,
She makes sure we stay on the right way,
She does her best to make our day.
With love, comfort and all,
Mother is the greatest creation of God.
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A lovely tribute to all loving mums ceremoniously rich in tone. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing.