She smiled, my world smiled,
She cried, I shattered too,
She feared, I frightened too,
She cared, I felt safe.
She was empty belly, I was of full,
She was on wet side, I was on dry.
She gave her womb,
her passion,
her compassion,
suggestions,
values and traditions,
My first love, first teacher.
My first nurse, first servant too.
My eyes get closed,
When I pray,
When I weight,
Mothers are the best,
creation of God,
on this Earth.
Alive of dead,
They always bless.
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