Mother's Accolade
You might think that I am quite a handful
Failing your expectations at the most
Yet, being there at times which most cruel
Every step of the way, whatever it costs
Nothing to compare, that motherly love
Those scoldings and reminders, straightforward
All for the benefit, stand up on top
And keep on doing so, never gets tired
Having you, a blessing not in disguise
For extending beyond reach, your presence
Unconditional, without any price
My sanctum sanctorum, my eminence
No substitute for a mother like you,
the one treasure at its highest value.
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