My admonitions may seem bitter, I know, my child,
But how else can I save you to the mystery of life's puzzles.
My marks may have made a mark on your tender heart, I know, my child,
But how else can I make your heart strong to withstand the droughts in life.
My reprimands may have given you sleepless nights, I know my child,
But how else can I make you tough to row the boat through life's gales
My harsh words may have wounded you deeply, I know, my child,
But how else can I fill your thoughts with the truth of reality.
As you are the blossom that fills my heart with the fragrance of a mother's pride.
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