Music
When you say good morning, it's music
When you come and smile without a sound, it's music
When you turn around and wink wistfully, it's music
When you tiptoe to my room to cover me up, it's music
When you slide that lunchbox in my bag, it's music
O my mom, your every action, your care, your stare, it's music
I wonder if you know, I doubt if I can make you know
I know it might sound ridiculous, I might seem a fret
It's all the music in your movements, that lends a glow
To my shady day. You may speak or may not say
A word, I hear this music, it's notes are so soft and meticulous
O my mom, your every action, your care, your stare, it's music
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