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A BOND BEYOND WORDS💕

She loved me before seeing me,

And molded me into how I want to be.

More love and more care;

To nothing I can compare. 


She holds me when I walk,

And taught me how to talk.

She is no other than my mother, 

Who can't be replaced by any other. 


She taught me all rights and wrongs, 

And cheered me when I'm trying long.

She's the one who always knows,

And helps me through my highs and lows. 


Your tender voice took away my fears, 

Your hand wiped my tears,

Your heart is full of sacrifice, 

Your eyes of love, that has no price. 


When I'm learning, you become a teacher,

When I'm low, you become a counselor,

When I'm sick, you become a doctor, 

When I'm hungry, you become a baker. 


When it's cloudy, you become my sunshine;

When it's rainy, you become my umbrella,

When it's snowy, you become my sweater,

When it's windy, you become my shelter. 


You make the flowers bloom in the spring,

It was you who fixes my broken wing.

I cherish you more than words can say, 

And thank you for being there every day. 


For all the times that I forgot to "Thank-you",

For all the special little things you do,

For all your efforts that made me new,

I need to say "I LOVE YOU". 

Always love you maa❤️



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