Depiction of Her
Never allow to see her tears
She appears to conquer the fears
Never feel her touch on my back
She leads us to the right track
.
Mildness doesn’t come from her hands
It blooms from wherever she stands
Let us cry today to get stronger tomorrow
Put her wise words that settle the sorrow
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No need to ask ”How’s your day?”
She catches a glimpse by the door, confirms that we are okay
Strengthen us by showing her existence
It is adequate to be our resistance
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Let us fall hard to learn something precious
To tell us that the world not so generous
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It’s a bless to be her daughter
The way she nurtures get us the better
Grateful for how she resonates with what we need in life
Her gut is as sharp as a knife
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Mother who’s like a friend, Mother who’s like a sister
Even though she doesn’t hold our hands, she is like spring after long winter
Being her number one fans, I love you mother
