To My Dearest Mother
Your immortal works cannot be counted, cannot be measured, Your knowledge is infinite which cannot be judged, cannot be measured. Your prose is rhythmic, your work is lyrical, Your love is worship and blessings are incredible. Your words are high and your voice is melodious, Your heart is wide and ways are meritorious. Your passions are graceful and your possessions are priceless, Your courage is cheerful and challenges are fearless. Your thoughts are evergreen and your works are motivational, Your fashion is impressive and your style so creational. Your bright smile makes the morning so fine, Your versatile voice makes the world shine. Making you, God has crowned the earth, Your furnished judgements and principles of humanity have fulfilled their worth. You are my strength; with you, I will ever heal high, You are my dearest mother I will never let you sigh. the sun will shine and bring up the light, Birds will chirp to make heaven ...