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My Mother

When I'm sad,
When I'm mad,
I have my mom
To calm me down,
One hug from her
And then I'll pur
My thanks to her
Then settle in a land of fur.

When she hugs me,
I'm light-hearted,
When she hugs me 
My anger is thwarted,
I love her so
And she loves me back,
No matter what,
She'll always have my back.
And I mean that literally,
Because she's quite cuddly,
When I'm sad or angry
I'm in for huggies!


She cooks spectacular food,
Has a soft temper,
She only does good
And I love her!
She's the best mom that
One could ask for,
Each time and the next,
Her love for me is ALWAYS more.

Comments

  1. Shyamala NMay 12, 2024 at 7:47 PM

    Shriyannnnn thangammmm!!! Such a beautiful poem!!!! You have described your Amma perfectly - each word is so true! You both are blessed to have each other in your lives !! You know , I read somewhere that the best way to reciprocate all the love that your mother showers on you , is to be born as her mom in the next janma! Intriguing, no?
    I wish and pray to the Almighty that this mom-daughter duo is never bereft of smiles, happiness and abundance ! As usual , your penmanship is beyond your age kanna kutty!!
    Loads of love,
    Aunty

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  2. T.SrinivasanMay 13, 2024 at 2:02 PM

    Happy Mother's Day. You have well expressed your feelings and love on your mother. You are blessed with such a good mother who is not only your mother but your friend philosopher and guidr

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  3. T.SrinivasanMay 13, 2024 at 2:04 PM

    From Pushpa Patti

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