Mother
I wake up in the morning, seeing her face
She wishes me good morning, full of grace
She talks to me in her lovely voice
And asks father to bring me toys
She makes the dishes I like to eat
Sometimes she scolds me but never beats
She supports me when I am right
During trouble she holds me tight
I never want to go far away from her
Because she is my one and only mother.
Copyright © Sohini Mukherjee | Year Posted 2016
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