Mothers' Day

Like a precious shell, Out of the million, Are you to me. Of all the women, Out of the umpteen, You are the best. My one precious stone, I shall treassure you, Like my precious shell, I shall cherish you. Nobody wrote a letter to God, Proposing of where to be born, By who and to what people. The things that you've done me, Have made me believe i wrote one, And i chose one like no other. If i were to be reborn, I would still choose you; I would always choose you.