She was beautiful
She was merciful
She was caring
She was loving.
Whenever I was sick
She will get anxious
And sit on the bedside
Whole night awake to take care.
When I was young
In all ups and downs
She was always around
With her unstinted support.
As I grew old in life
I should have taken care
Instead she looked after
All my needs and welfare.
She was a perfect woman
I lost her some time back
She was my first love
And she was my mother.
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