Mother- the Best On the Heather

Oh,God! To my mother, To whom i owe my breaths, Please shower your blessings; For she's a blessing. She moves binding her self. Her ways are never the same. For Thee, she makes sacrifices; And more and more are for me. She dances with her duties; She's been so beautiful with her steps. Thy devotee she is; smiles for me. She sings with her tears, Layered beneath layers, The voice is inaudible. Of others I cannot tell, But, my world without her is no better than hell. Oh, God! I have found another Thee, Please keep her happy, I plea.