She is my first love but am embarrassed to say I dont give her the love she deserves.
It's sad that out of all the twelve months we cherish our mother only for a day.
She deserves to be loved more often not just on this particular day.
While we surely tell her we love her but not for once do we realize her love is far greater then ours.
We are her world she lives for us and lives with us.
We do create an illusionary world but every single time we are broken her lap provides us harmony.
She is the strength to our weakness and we are the smile to her exhausted face.
Have you ever wonder she never complains but we do often alot.

She can easily divide the love among us siblings and not for once it seems less or more.
She has been supportive even when I was a brat.
She corrected me even when I did things I shouldn't have done.
She slapped me hard and cried hugging me because she did that out of grave pain.
She loves me more than anyone has ever loved me.

Questions are,
Why do we have just a single day to cherish her?
Why can't every weekend be Happy Mother's Day.
We need weekends than why can't we gift that weekend, to the one who deserves it the most?