Ruby Mostazir

(dhaka)

Meanings Of Mother


I love you so much mother
And I always miss your face
Sometimes I wonder...
How you used to hold up us
Wid your grace!

Even You never lost ur temper
No matter how much
We 7 used to pamper?
Oh my god!
It was not a small number
Seven…..
I can realize dat
When I am struggling to craft my home
Like your heaven!

I never find you to spending moments
For your own
We were always spinning around you
As you were our comfort zone.
Still I need u mother
More n more each n everyday
Only it will your glory
Dat can make us blissful anyway


Mother you are da best
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M – meanings
O – of our life
T – treasures of our
H – home
E – expert about her
R – responsibilities

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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