If it weren't for her,
We wouldn't be here.
She struggled for three hundred odd days,
just to see our tiny face.
We knew her first,
she made us know the rest.
She fought most part of her life,
just for us to have a good life.
If we don't repay it,
we're probably not worth her.
When we're happy,
she'll be there.
When we're in trouble
she'll still be there.
But when she's not there,
we'll be staring nowhere.
To my own mother,
And all the others',
One special day for a special person worth 365 such days.
