A Mother's Love.

A mother is a gift divine,

A love that's pure and ever-kind,

A beacon of light in darkest night,

Her embrace, a haven, warm and bright.

She carries you for nine long months,

With tender care and gentle touch,

And when you're born, she gives her all,

To nurture, guide, and watch you grow tall.

She teaches you to walk and talk,

To face the world, and never balk,

To stand up straight, and never fall,

To be courageous, strong, and tall.

She holds your hand through all life's trials,

And wipes away your tears and smiles,

She cheers you on, with all her heart,

And picks you up, when you fall apart.

She's your friend, your guide, your confidante,

She's the glue that binds your heart,

She loves you more than words can say,

And never lets you stray far away.

So honor her, with all your might,

And cherish her, both day and night,

For there is no greater gift on earth,

Than a mother's love, from the moment of your birth.

(Dihash).