The beauty of my mother is equal the beauty of the Earth;
Her happiness is more than the Blessing from God called wealth.
The happiness of my mother is Paramount;
Sometimes I feel others smiles are hazardous.

My mother My mother My mother;
The one who gave me life that I call shelter,
Birds and duck have feathers,
Your love is constant because it's not like the weather.

My mother My mother My mother;
The Ambassador of love,
Even your smile can fix my broken joint,
Your name is sprinting in my heart as fast as an horse .

My mother My mother My mother;
The one I can call the giver of life,
Darkness cannot prevail over darkness;And now you're my light,
You are the one with knowledge that I cannot give away for life.



© Light poet