My Loving Mother

My mother is the one I come home to after school, 

In my childhood, she used to make me a fool. 

She is the one who does not avert my questions, 

For everything, she gives me her suggestions. 

She gave me the gift of life, 

Between us, there is no strife. 

When I miss her, 

Her clothes speak of her. 

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday,

I am with her every day. 

She is worried about me forever, 

When does she stop thinking about me? The answer is never. 

Eat this, eat that, 

Don't touch that rat!

She is omnipresent in my heart, 

Everything is for me in her Amazon cart. 

My living, loving doting mother, 

I look like her other. 

I am forever indebted to her, 

For she got me in this world.