• whizzdiva 29w

    Mother

    When I think about my mom,
    I just can't help but smile;
    The beauty of her loving heart,
    The easy grace in her style.

    She taught me how to walk,
    And she taught me how to talk.
    She taught me morals and standards,
    The meanings of living and all about giving.

    She lovingly instilled in me,
    Those values that made me strong,
    And never stops being there,
    My best friend since I was young.

    She always seems to know,
    When things aren't going too well,
    Even when I try to pretend,
    Just a glance and she can tell.

    She's been an angel from the start,
    Gentle, wise and versatile.
    Her own troubles she'd set apart,
    To go for me an extra mile.

    She filled my days with rainbow lights,
    fairytales and sweet dream nights,
    A kiss to wipe away my tears,
    Gingerbread to ease my fears.

    I thank her for her tender care,
    for deep warm hugs and being there.
    I hope that when she thinks of me,
    A part of her, she’ll always see.

    Nikshita Mahakud