A little child I was earlier,
She made me see the world clearer.
I wrapped my hands round her finger,
She lead me ahead stronger.
She laid down the ladders to the sky,
For me to reach the stars sky-high.
She give me the ink to write my story,
Each pages made by her glory.
Never told me to be a drop in river,
But to be a light shining upon the water.
The star in her eyes flames,
Put the whole galaxy to shame.
The light of dawn after the night,
She paints the days of my life bright.
Thank you for being my home
Being your child is the best thing of all.
Home is where the heart is,
And you'll be in my heart lives.
💞💞💞💞
This is a poem I wrote about my mother. Don't know if the poem is grammatically correct or anything but I'm proud for myself to write this.
Constructive criticisms are always welcome 😊
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