Eleven years ago, fourth was the day,
You gave birth to me and that was my birthday.
In your arms, I am never at bay,
And in your lap, I love to play.
Hey angel mom,
You are my life,
You always greet me with your pretty charm
You cut vegetables for me with your carving knife.
In your lap, I feel free from all harm,
You are a sweet mother
and a beautiful wife,
I feel safe in your palm.
My cute mother,
You shop for me in the mart,
About me you bother
So please never part
We shall always live together,
And if any disputes, we shall sort,
It is as clear as the ether,
That you are a sweet heart
You are as soft as a feather,
I must tell it is an art.
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