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.