Mothers Love

By Kaira Kohli

Lava is hot and so is my mom.

The Arctic is cool but my mom is even cooler.

Her voice is like music to me, as nice as a melody.

She’s so funny, more precious than hundred stacks of money.

As hardworking as a bee.

As bright as a sunny day.

With her everything is OK.

In her lap I lay.

She’s the best mother in the bay.

By Kaira Kohli