Mom

She was like the sun, bright and warm.

Always on her face, had she a smile and a pinch of charm.

She was a splendid woman, selfless and calm.

But careless in the kitchen whenever she hurt her palm.

She always caressed me, running her hands through my hair.

It was soothing indeed as I slept comfortably in my bed.

She was an adoring beauty,

Never actually got paid for her duty.

When I was happy, her face was like a lamp lit.

She gave a lot and never expected a bit.

She, always protected me from the dark as she herself was the light.

I call her MOM and she is my LIFE.