Her LoveA Poem by PurvaMother's are the best blessing that one can have. And this is dedicated to my mom who is always been my support system. With great love.
The day I opened my eyes,
In this world so wide. She was the first person I saw, With my sparkling eyes. The journey has started, Time passes. Her love for me become more classic. Nothing is new, I stick to her like glue. The mislaid things, I find better in her view. With the flowing time, She becomes more mine. From teacher to friend, Her love for me has no end. I thank to devine, Every minute I find. For given me the mother, That I can say is mine. © 2016 PurvaAuthor's Note
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