It was you
It was you that stood beside me, when I felt the whole world is falling on me.
It was you
Who open my eyes to world of opportunities.
It was you
That taught me to break and not only hold the bull's horn in times of hardship
It was you
Who made me realize life is not a bed of roses and to stay and fight for what I believe
It was you
When I wanted to quit and bid everything goodbye
It was you
Who closes windows and door to my room away from the chilling cold wind.
It was you
Oh sweet mother
I know your protective eyes are still on me
Wherever you are now.
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Nice poem for a worthy mother. Mothers are worth celebrating live or dead. Accept my concern. Read mine: 'Ultimate Goodnight To My Mother'. Your comments are welcome