Poem: MOTHER
MOTHER
I am endowed to have a mother,
Whose heart is moulded of pure gold,
I look at the shooting star,
And wish that she never grows old,
She owns an exquisite place in my heart,
Which can never be sold,
I still cherish the bedtime stories,
That years ago she told,
I pine for her comfort in arms,
Whenever I am blue with cold,
Whenever I stumbled,
I had her hand to hold,
Till I reached the threshold,
O lord, I will never want to lose a mother like her,
Whose heart is moulded of pure gold.
I am endowed to have a mother,
Whose heart is moulded of pure gold,
I look at the shooting star,
And wish that she never grows old,
She owns an exquisite place in my heart,
Which can never be sold,
I still cherish the bedtime stories,
That years ago she told,
I pine for her comfort in arms,
Whenever I am blue with cold,
Whenever I stumbled,
I had her hand to hold,
Till I reached the threshold,
O lord, I will never want to lose a mother like her,
Whose heart is moulded of pure gold.
Lovely tribute and acknowledgement to mother's love for the child.
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