She's already up and awake
For a little slumber she cannot find
Being bothered by thoughts of those she minds
She's driven by a palatable passion
A passion to pursue her mission
To make this world a better place
One filled with love and ample space
To her son she accords cordial love
By tending to his begs and calls
Her love is beyond limits
Limited to no weather whether day or night
She toils and moils all day long
This she surely does for so long
In fact, for all her lifetime long
But it's her culture; in it she belongs
She cannot eat ere her son is full
She cannot sleep ere her son is dead asleep
But for nine months she beared and waited
Amidst the agony, she was cool and collected
Diamond's covalent bonds are green with envy
At the bond between a mother and her child
To her is the child attached
Together they make a perfect match
Now that her love we all eat
And in her shoes we cannot fit
What gift do we dedicate
To show of it?
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