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Million thanks, Million times, In million ways, You evolved me, To be world’s best mother,   At times, I almost cried, Sometimes I felt failed,

  Nothing unheard, As you think, I hear it all, With murmurs of moist eyes, Shivers of juicy lips, Your language guides, So I understand

Look above; I see the clouds move in a melancholic procession, With soberness, remorse, gloomy pallbearers carry sacred hearse, Follow the sacred casket with respect

A young lad who owes my beauty and thoughts, With years passing, growing into a fine man   From clinging to my apron strings, He

New day, new morning, I open my brunette eyes, Thoughts of living, kissing me, Greeting my soul with joy and light, Trusting self, my heart’s

I want to express this now not leave it just unsaid, For within me a feeling streams like a heavy cascade, So here in this

Growing to be your walking stick, I will show you the directions, In the dense, gray forests of life My reliable steps will guide, Your

I am learning from you an inexplicable language new, From sunrise to moonfall the mystifying learning continues, Affectionately you hold my feeble fingers and lovingly