My Creator…
A tiny being, I was born,
With your gentle arms, I found my home,
You cradled me with love, your heart and soul.
My Creator?
In gentle whispers, you impart your soul.
My guiding hand, a hand I’d seek,
With every stumble, you’d mend and tweak.
Mother —
With tender hands, you build my dreams,
Your sacrifices, oft unseen,
Like a star, mother, your light does beam.
My Mother?
Through those years, you watched me grow,
For every tear your child may cry,
you wiped me dry, no question why.
Mother!
But time moved on, in my rebellious stage,
Through clashes of fierce and tearful fights,
You stood still, with unwavering might.
Mother
As years unfold and time goes by,
Your hair turns grey beneath the sky,
Your once-bold spirit, now more serene.
Mother…
I sought forgiveness in your wise embrace,
Whom I fought and curse, I regret.
Your love’s endurance, a sweet release.
My Loving Mother…
Now, in the time of your precious years,
I hold you close, amidst my tears,
My Loving Mother, my rock, my base.
I’m Part of You…
The time we spent, I wished for more,
Cherished memories, now at the core,
Through every stage, your love remains.
Now, as I look back, I finally see,
The gift of your love, so selflessly,
A love that made me whole, at peace.
My Creator, My Mother, beyond compare.
A mother’s love plays the melody of resilience, harmony, and unwavering devotion. So appreciate your mother while they are still alive.
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