She
is my essence,
A
necessary presence,
The
love of my life,
She
is also a very loving wife.
On
our mistakes she gets very angry and like a tomato-red,
If
looks could kill, we would all be dead,
She
does shout, she does rage,
But
from heart, she is a sweet sage.
We
both do fight,
And
it’s always me, who has to raise the flag- white,
Despite
these tensions, our bond strengthens,
Our
love deepens as yours years lengthen.
Her
hand-cooked feasts are delicious to eat,
From
the vivid sugary sweets, to the bitter purple beet,
Decked
on the tray, she likes it simple,
Her
diet is small, but for us she makes it ample.
Her
love is endearing,
She
is the one to make me God-fearing,
My
backbone, my support,
Clear
like the blue sky, is
our lovely rapport.
She
works continuously,
All
happily and joyously,
As
shows her smile,
Silver gleaming, and
visible for a mile.
Forgiving
and motivating too,
She
has no traits which one can boo,
A
teacher, a mother, a wife- all-in-one,
She
is forever helpful and rude to none.
It
is my privilege, God’s provisional right,
To
wish my mother- to shout out with all my might!
This
short note is a minute gift of love,
May
she keep flying high, a white-feathered dove.
Happy
Birthday Mom!! Love you so much, and I am so lucky to have you in my life as an
integral part. Thank you for being there always for me, as my support and for
understanding me always and for loving and caring for me so much. May God
provide you with the boon to live on for eternity, helping and caring and
making house an open, healthy, and divine Home.
Love
you so much mother..:)
