Purest of all

They tell me, 

it was only on your birth that she smiled when you cried, 

whatever be your needs and wants in your childhood, 

to give you all the happiness, she tried and tried and tried! 

They tell me, 

she faces all the hardships each day, to see that smile on your face in the evening, 

And then I say, if our house is a complicated English phrase, 

then she is the meaning! 

And then I tell them, 

she makes the four walls, home, I know, 

but how much I love and care is not easy to show, 

I respect her deep down, from the core of my heart, 

not just as a grown up, but have been always, 

right from the start! 

As simple are my words so is the bond, 

a mother's touch is like that of a magic wand, 

but i have a doubt then, 

why isn't a mother's love the Eighth wonder of the world, 

actually it should be the 'First one', 

that's all I've learnt!