Mother-Maa

a poem by

Ashna

M is for the million things she gave me,
O means only that she’s growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold;
E is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
R means right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to ME and of course ALL OF US.