For mother who always is!
My spectacle, my gold ~ my gargantuan bliss
She plasteres my forehead with loving kiss
This piece of goodness, i did not miss
She bore in her; an inside treasure
Child birthing struggles; were never pleasure
Her relentless sacrifice; one could not measure
Her love out weight the grains of the heaviest seashore
Even when up to her standard, i did not measure
She took me as bussiness, not a liable liesure
If not all, but of one thing i’m sure
I’m whatever i am because of her pressure
My mother, my mother my; very first freind
She also changes role; to be my first girlfreind
A myriad of breathtaking roles; that does not end
My sturborness and rougeness her love did bend
In my worries and troubles: wise words she lend
In my despair and gloom: prayers she’d send
In my needs and wants: answers she’ll fend
In arrays of mothers; she’s the perfect blend!
Originally published on Facebook on 2013-09-03. Recovery source: Facebook post.