#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
My humane upbringing,
Sits in your curved hands,
Your lowly laps caresses me,
As I sit watching the stars.


The scenty oil that drips,
Falling gently o'er my shoulders,
They heal my curiosity,
They soothe my little brain,
Each passing drops of it,
Brings a resounding joy to me.

Your smile are so infectious,
They remind me of the happy stars,
Your care is immeasurable,
They surrounds me like a rainbow.
How do I measure. your love,
For it's bigger than a wide curve.