My Mom Poem by Meenakshi Hariharan
My Mom
My mother, my teacher,
My doctor, my advisor,
My strength, my wealth,
My friend, till the end.
She thought not to be hopeless
Was strict when I was careless
Diferred when I was pointless
But thought to be always selfless.
She thought to be, of God, frightful
My actions to be fruitful
Of kindness, be greatful
And never to be revengeful.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Mother
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