Mom

The little mischievous child, 

Grew up to be a bit mild

You taught her how to walk,

Running behind her all round the clock.

Styling her hair, 

Showing so much care.

You dressed her fancy, 

Scolded her for eating lots of candy.

Took care of her in her sickness,

Without any selfishness.

I destroyed a lot of your cakes,

But now I know the effort it takes 

You know what I want,

But you always give a taunt.

A heart of pure gold,

You never served me anything cold.

I might fight a lot with you,

But my love for you will always be true

Mothers day is a precious day

Celebrated on the second Sunday of May