Mother's Day
It has always been a mother’s way
To take care of her kids every day
She’s the first person we see after birth
As we grow old we forget her worth
When COVID-19 spread everywhere
All minds were filled with virus scare
Doctors insisted, “social distancing”
Mother quipped, “I’m not listening”
Can a mother be separated from her child?
She can never construe them to be so defiled
She has nurtured them for months in her womb
Now she will banish the virus with her broom!
That has always been the spirit in her mind
Despite the threats, her love cannot rescind
She is present whenever she is required
There is no pain that cannot be shared
O Mother! I wish all days were your days
I could sing paeans of love in your praise
As we grow old we often move apart
But still keep our presence in your heart
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