Thank You, Mumma

You held me in your soft hands and talked and talked,

I didn't know that your index finger would teach me how to walk.

As I took my first step, I heard cheerful screams,

You've indeed been the god fairy of my dreams.

Even your Tinda seems yummy that I gobble all of it up,

Urgh! And then I am scolded for that nasty, loud burp.

I never really thought that I'd become a big girl,

That one day, my feet could fit in your slippers.

You gave me wings to fly,

You've always been my tissue when I've ever cried.

You've given me the power to glow and shine,

'Cause I'm yours and you're mine.

I'm writing this poem because you taught me how to hold my pen,

And you encouraged me to break all stereotypes created about women.

You've inspired me to fly beyond all limitations,

This is how I describe our beautiful relation.

Even if we are different, we are the same,

After all, you are the one who gave me a name.

Mumma, the fact that you're a Wonder Woman is actually true,

Now, I say Thank you.