For, in the beginning, God created his image
The portrait of truth and pure love,
The most beautiful entity of my life
My mother , the best gift from above.
She understands me, more than I know
Keeps secrets, that I hide from her
Is the only friend in moments of loneliness
Becomes my strength when I duck and cower.
Yet, the scoldings come once too often,
I forget the love and care, I turn sour.
But, it is my fault dear mother
Many times I have hurt you so far.
True , I am blessed to have her
True, its a miracle ; For me she is God
The perfect soul , the brightest light in my life, i love,
My mother, the best gift from above!
