Mother

She is the one who held me in her,

Bearing all pain, still smiled when none was there,

She is none other than my mother,

Will be her shadow, for I will never have another.

I held her Finger and learnt to walk,

She made me what I am, and made me talk,

As I grew, she nurtured me with Love and Care,

Taught me to help others and keep up the Share.

My Smile meant a lot, above all her Sacrifice,

I am not the perfect one for her, Still, I am Wise,

She brought me up with Virtue and Calmness,

And all her life, she just wants my Happiness.

Now my only Duty is to make her Proud,

Let my work speak, instead of being me, Aloud,

A day she will be recognized by my Deed,

And I will make sure, she has all, that she needs.