I had an argument with my mother during my high school years. Being the youngest among three siblings, I was quite a spoiled brat who always got what she wanted. My mum cried because of my attitude, though finally she gave in and granted me what I wanted. I felt regretful for my stubbornness. I realised that I would not be able to see the world without her.

 

A mother’s love 

is perfect and pure,

as she is so selfless

that pains and sufferings 

she will always endure.

 

Look at her simple heart,

so loving

at the very point of 

our life start.

 

No love on earth can surpass

a mother’s love

which is a true blessing

from heaven above.

 

She is sometimes gentle

like a sweet dove,