This poem is for my mother..


My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey

As I went recollecting my past,
My childhood held my hand,
That cute innocent smile of her,
Made me give her a chocolate

As I went recollecting my past,
A topper of 8th grade waved to me,
Her curly brown hair and freckles,
Made me give her blessings

As I went recollecting my...