Under this shelter of comfort
does my true happiness reside
The words that coax me to move ahead
teaching that life isn't always beautiful like paradise.
I may not always say a thank you
but my imperfections are perfect to her eyes
Formalities are between strangers
she is the umbilical chord of my life.
Words spoken few, yet deeper are its feelings
like the touch of my mother is an heavenly abode on earth
Joys or sorrows, she is the same more than me
Her touch in my life is beyond any worth.
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