Mommy, what should I write about you,
I m myself a writing of yours ;
Words are not worthy of describing your love and care.
When all the happiness flew away ,
And my bright sky turns grey;
When I get submerged into the worries of sea,
And life became too cruel to me,
Then , you come like a bright star ,
And end up all my wars.

Mommy you are my entire poem ,
I am just a metaphor of yours.