Niharika Singh - My Mother

i was born naked
she gave me clothes
i was born scared
she gave me hope

her loving hands
when touched mine with care
it created magic
when they ran through my hair

how can i forget
she gave me my first stuff toy
it was a brown teddy
and i hugged it with joy

a tribute for her care
a few lines i can infer
so loving is my mother
and my love is for her

Niharika Singh

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