My Mother – A Gift From Heaven | Poem By Jeevika, 17, Nashik

My mother…

As sweet as honey,

Always fights with destiny.

For her own family.

My mother…

Always helps me in danger,

Always understands my anger,

She is the one who stands by me,

When everything is undone.

I just love her,

For she is the only sweetness,

In bitter darkness.

My mother…

Teaches me all good,

And withstands my mood.

She is a gift from heaven,

In each and every expression.

She is like a sponge,

Absorbing all negativity,

Reflecting out positivity,

For she is the one with sensitivity.

I will always love and respect,

My mother.