#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Without you my first step wouldn't happen,
You taught me alphabets,
Made me to smile always,
Often lend your shoulders for my sorrows to run away,
Played with me like a friend,
Prepares food before I awake,
Corrects me when I am going wrong ,
those are the days of heaven,
sweetness overloaded.....
#dedicated to ma#