As I lay my head on her gentle lap
As she caresses me with her delicate fingers
The sacrifice she made for me
The love and scent of hers still lingers
When I lay helpless in a cradle of my own
When I cried and wept all night long
It was she --- who caressed me
Took me to her bosom and fed me
Sang me a lullaby--- baby don’t you cry.
It was she who taught me to talk
Clutching her fingers, I learnt to walk
She was with me when I stumbled and fell
She who taught me to be brave and not to yell
When I was ill, when I was in pain
She stood by me with nothing more to gain
She had a great wealth of love and love alone
Together with my Dad, happily lived she, never to moan.
Days flew, years went by
T’was time for me to say goodbye
As I flew to make another nest
She from her heart, wished me all the best
Decades past, she is all alone
Surely it’s now my turn
To give back all the love and care
She has given me, in return.
Truly said—God couldn’t be everywhere
So He made mothers to love and care
From deep within my heart--- I’ve never before told
I salute thee, O Mother of mine, with a heart of gold.
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