In her womb, she cradles you for months nine,
A mother's love, pure and divine.
Protector of health, guardian of care,
Supporting you in all, always there.
When you stumble, she mends your wounds,
Through dark nights, she keeps mosquitoes at bay.
In your room, she cleans the mess,
First teacher, guiding you through life's test.
From prayers to numbers, to the joy of reading,
Your mother, your rock, in every proceeding.
Cheering you on, her love never wanes,
Sacrifices made, for your growth she gains.
Working hard for your studies, your future bright,
Wiping tears, embracing you tight.
A confidante, a listener, a friend so dear,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.
Lucky are you, with parents alive,
Cherish their love, let it thrive.
Show them, feel them, love them true,
For a mother's love, forever anew.
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"Whispers of the Heart: A Symphony of Mixed Emotions"
Puisipoem of nonstop emotions that you are going to relate
