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By Yugadya Dubey

Oh! What an amazing gift we got when we were born,

She’s like a rose, loved by all

But as a responsibility, with a prickly thorn.

Every other gift is a waste as compared to this gift, It's a gift that always tries to give us a lift.

Her sparkling eyes see to it that we are safe, Her trembling soft hands that welcome us in this world. The smile she gives when she sees us happy, The frown she gives when we misbehave.

Her caressing hands when touch our face, She cares for us but nothing she says. "I'm fine, dear" she always says But deep within she knows how she is.

Never expresses her pain, She thinks, to us, it's a strain. The last to sleep, the first to wake up, She gets no time to do "her makeup".

Running behind us for our chores, Truly, we would never know the responsibility she boars. She finds happiness in whatever we do, And she caresses, supports, and loves us too.

MOM, I'm not an expert poet but through this I want to say,

Thank you for everything you do for us every day!

By Yugadya Dubey

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