My Mother

by Ritika Bawa Chopra
(New Delhi)

My mother’s lips are like rose petals
With her affectionate kiss, hug and touch
She reminds me that she loves me too much

My mother is as fresh as a daisy
Every morning when I am so lazy
She wakes me up like an alarm clock

My mother’s voice is like a bird’s song
And with experiences of her life
She teaches me what is right and wrong

My mother is an epitome of beauty
She works so hard and with efficiency
To perform her each and every duty

I owe so much to her
I can never do as much
But I know that I love her too much