When I was born into her world,
She became a clown just to make me smile.
When I was a little girl learning to walk ahead,
She became the hand that never let me fall.
When I first held a pencil in trembling fingers,
She became the mind that guided my thoughts.
Whenever life rose before me like steep hills,
She became the strength that carried me through.
She is not merely my kin..
She is my friend, my hope, my shelter, my path.
She is the carnation blooming within my heart,
Whose radiant colours forever blossom in my soul.
She was specially chosen by God for me,
To shape me into a woman of wisdom and grace
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
When I was born into her world,
She became a clown just to make me smile.
When I was a little girl learning to walk ahead,
She became the hand that never let me fall.
When I first held a pencil in trembling fingers,
She became the mind that guided my thoughts.
Whenever life rose before me like steep hills,
She became the strength that carried me through.
She is not merely my kin..
She is my friend, my hope, my shelter, my path.
She is the carnation blooming within my heart,
Whose radiant colours forever blossom in my soul.
She was specially chosen by God for me,
To shape me into a woman of wisdom and grace
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