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My Mother (Poem)

They say since God cannot be everywhere at a time that’s why he had made Mother

She is a doctor, she is a cook,

She is a teacher and she is my book.

She is beautiful, she is kind,

She is always there when I need her time.

She is a person who cares for all,

without asking anything at all.

She looks happy, why she is scared,

Why she is quite, What happened to her hair?

She is dying, she is feeling cold,

Now is the time to be with her all.

It is the time to thank her for all,

What ever we are today is because of her all.

She is a daughter, she is a sister,

She is a wife and she is my MOTHER.

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