I still remember as a child,
my tantrums of olden days.
Scolded me - my mother so mild,
I troubled her in many ways.
Some memories remain, some parted,
while some new will be stored.
She was noble and kind hearted,
her love was a shield, I adored.
She cared and tendered, days went by,
always her patience put to test.
I now remember with a sigh,
she took the rough and gave the best.
She spoke of wisdom with a cheer,
while hiding carefully a drop of tear.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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