Treasure Island

Teddy temple


Mother Is Always The Best


She is the one who knows the pain you feel
And her love is enough to make your wounded heart heal

Even if the world turn their back on you when you go astray
But mum will never stop loving you any single day

She guides and cares for you from the time you are born
Corrects you wherever you go wrong till the day you'll be dead and gone

While still a child, when in danger or hurt you cried out the name mum
Since you were sure she'll be there to protect you from any harm

Never forget her in whatever you do and wherever you go
Don't let her be somebody you used to know

Mother will remain the best forever
To find someone like her, never

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 18, 2013

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