your hands  have been there for me ,
forming a shell of security since the day I was born  
your glance at my wellness has always been greater ,
you have always been a ray of hope,
a biggest blessing which I would prefer to count twice ,
you are a spring all around
without you ,
there is no bloom ,
there is no winter ,
there is no summer ,
to me.
they must have done their does  ,
and i may have let the poison bleed into me unknowing ,
but oh , mama I let out my love to you drip into poetry.
hope I make you proud.
hope chaos sees me like you did.