#8 (Mother)

MOTHER


The one with big, caring eyes,
Who knows the truth behind all your lies,
If He couldn't be there for us all the time,
He gave us a mother, understanding and wise!

What big hearts they have, who knows,
To what extent their love and care goes!
She brought us in this world with love so pure,
She holds an auspiciousness greater than any rose!

Impossible it is, to gauge her care,
Who holds a place in our heart, so rare,
Infinitely without exception is she always worried,
Not one moment without love, I swear!

Now, just imagine how bad it would be,
Should your mother shed tears while you sit in glee,
Truth to be told, the best fortune is,
If you have a loving, caring mother, trust me.

Enough about a mother could never be said,
Who kisses us goodnight whilst we're in bed,
Live long mother, for thee shal'st be,
Forever, the heart of my head.

-F. Julian

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