When we need help,
She wraps her loving arms around us.
She does all our work without making a fuss.
She is always looking out,
And cannot bear to see us pout.
For her that’s her job,
To take care of us ,
And see to it that we never sob.
When I am in her arms,
I forget all my troubles.
She holds me while I sleep,
So I dream only about hope and colourful bubbles.
She works day and night,
For us she can always stand up and fight.
A mother’s love never ends,
And it multiplies because of the love to others she sends.
By- Keya Waghmare
Keya, 13 year old, writing since age 7. Expressing her self freely on her blog! Enjoy the reading