Mother
A mother is such a treasure
And she gives great pleasure
At home it is a great delight
Her radiance a bright light.
Burden difficult to bear
But how to me she is so dear
How she fuses that I should eat
She declares I look mean and tired.
Without a response
Advice she sponsors
On how to bear life's many worries
Though impossible seems her stories
I have them all true
To me, mother is such a great treasure
She brings with her great pleasure.
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