#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
the charity I express,
sprouts from the love you expressed.

you love me without regrets,
stood by me when the world reject.
when I hungered and sickened,
you broke the edge to make me Hale.

You were abused and tortured,
but you never forget to raise and nurture.
In tears you cautioned-be humble;
in every situation-never grumble.
but live a life of today,
never forgetting yesterday.