Mother is Mother.
Others cannot be like her.
They are non(c)e on par with her.
Her love is beyond compare.
Each day without her
Rises to appear bare.
In our empty heart
Sure we always take her part.
Many a vacant day
Often listless we stay.
There is not a ray
Heart(h) is blank.
Each day is dark-n-dank.
Rest in peace! teary we sank.
coz
Mother is like no other
No other is like Mother!
Mother is Mother.
pratima@ worthy mother
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