Sometimes I feel,
My mother is good.
When she scolds me
She is off mood.
Sometimes I feel,
Her behavior is rough.
But when she takes me in her arms,
I feel she is not really tough.
Sometimes I feel,
She is sweet.
And every time I see her,
It is a lovely treat.
I love her very much,
And dear God I thank thee.
For giving a precious gift:
A loving mother to me. |
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