My Humming Word

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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