#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
when I heard you calling sweetie ,
I felt God's utmost grace,

it's not when I heard you praise,
instead your reluctant face,
when you have to drove me to cure,
guiding error , to suffer and face,

it's not the thorny road hiding hurdles,
I'm scared to lose your smile and cuddles,
I trust you're brave to smash troubles,
but you're the best as carefree and your lively puzzles,

How...