Dear to Me...

 Did I ever tell you about this lady
She nurtured me within her
For months all of nine
She stayed awake those nights
(Much against father’s design)

It's her hand that rocked the cradle
When crying wasn't a crime
She helped me walk
She wiped my tears
(Not to mention my butt)

Words cannot capture those emotions
Nor can they bring back time
I, forever a baby will be
For that Mom of mine
(How I envy her grandchildren)

She is sweeter than hot chocolate fudge
She is more beautiful than a thousand sunsets
She is more caring than all the Florence Nightingales’
For she is God's gift to life – MOM
(I love you)

~Vikram C~

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