My first word
Bearer of life, bearer of love,
Not just an image but a God from above,
Being your ward is what I am proud of,
Mother, I have nothing for you but respect and love.
A true image of strength and care,
Only person who includes me in her prayer,
I stand today because you always stood by,
Life is hard but with you it feels fair.
A mother’s job is perhaps the toughest of all,
Ensuring the world around her doesn’t crumble or fall,
Best things in life are actually very small,
I love it when my mother treats me like a kid who crawls.
Mother, thank you for everything that you do,
It is your strength that puts me through,
Strongest, purest, you keep me true,
I am nothing, a no one without you.
Thank you for being nothing but You,
Maa, I love you.