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My mom

When my mom is about,

Happiness fills the place,

When my mom is about,

Everybody changes their face...

The frown which once was on your face,

Shall be forgotten, as mom says,

The words which calm you down,

The words which vanquished the frown...


When I see my mom,

I brighten up at once.

When she comes and holds my hand,

I look at her like she's tons and tons,

Though she is tons and tons and tons 

She tons of things you'd never imagine

She's tons of fun, she's tons of light

She has the power to make dark bright...


When my mom smiles at me,

All sad leaves me, I'm just one with glee,

When her arms wrap around me,

Happiness is the only thing I see,

When she talks to me, I feel

Like the only one who's happy

When I'm with my mom,

I can see things I had never seen...


Sometimes mom can get mad at me,

The times when I regret what I did,

But always, always, in the end,

Her arms are back on you - splendid!

She's sensible, she's calm and fair

Her presence removes all despair 

She's one that one cannot even miss

She's one who's likely to grant bliss...


And now, we reach the end of this poem, 

Where I praise my mom again.

'Cause when she's around, that place is my home,

And with her there's always best trend,

I would like to end this

With 4, just 4 words to say.

Let me say this, as mom's shining star -

Always.... I love you amma😘

Comments

  1. Shyamala NJuly 27, 2023 at 9:08 PM

    Awwww! Shriyandhaa kanna, I think this is the best gift that your mom would’ve received in her life so far ! You’ve beautifully, and more importantly, aptly described your mom !! Your mom indeed lights up any room she walks into!
    I pray to Almighty that this beautiful mother-daughter duo that you make, is blessed with happiness in abundance all through your lives !!

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