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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