I arise today to call you blessed,

For all your labours in my life;

Labours too many to tell,

Labours not in anyway wasted,

Labours of love, labours only a mother understands,

From childhood to adulthood, you shower me with love.

At joyful moments, when in a dark tunnel,

You remain a great support.

Of course I can’t compare you to precious jewels,

For as valuable as they are,

None is as valuable as you are to me.



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