For you are the one who gave me birth,
And raised me with so much mirth.
She loves and cares for me without any thought.
We have to respect this precious gift.
In disease, she becomes as a nurse;
And in ignorance, she becomes a guide.
In mistakes, she becomes as mentor,
In hungry, she becomes a chef.
She never chastise me in mistakes,
But she always say to me I am true
I love you more than the world
I have, with my mother, a special bond
I always thank the gods for blessing this gift,
I love you more than anything in the world.
That you are my mom and like a friend,
No word is enough for you, my mom.

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