A mum and a mum of many generation of a variety of kids, weaves her magical words with her silken voice n silver tongue,

And never will she rest till her life’s journey is finally and sadly done

A glorified maid a Florence Nightingale, she treads around where to few she’d be known,

Loving strong so tenderly, the essence of her life, and when she cease to be,   sadly, she will lay amongst the unknown…..

Happy Mothers Day