She may not bother the universe
But for her family
She is a resource
She may not be the queen of England
But,
Deserves to be the queen of her land,
Who left her own land,
Likely to live with the licensed hand,
Towards the world
Her looks are simply bold,
For family, the decorum she holds
Who sometimes accepts,
never conveyed love.
Husband and children were bestowed
With unconditional love.
Her,
Positive patronage ply so high
For others to sigh
At, patterned family file.
Not for the world she lives
But to,
Rest her soul for family's peace.
Dated: 29.12.2012
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