Mother

Mother short poem

Simple as a thought,
even though she is complicated,
like a jigsaw puzzle…
Hard like diamond,
yet soft like wool,
deep within…
She is different,
even though she is,
a common human like us…
Her lustrous black hair,
and sparkling pair,
of pearly eyes,
make her even more,
valuable in my life…
I’ll never afford to loose her,
or to be afar even for,
the fraction of a second,
or any amount of wealth,
For she is a living treasure…
She is someone on whom,
I can rely on anytime,
Someone I can open up to,
She is that wonderful person,
Who only fortunate one get,
to spend such long time with…!!

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