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MY MOTHER

My mother like

A lighted candle

Melts for all in the home

And for all around....

She never thinks of herself

Never seems that

She knows what she needs..

She sees everything for others

She thinks everything for others

She does everything for others

But never anything for herself.

My mother God's

The most wonderful creation..

Ardramohan.B....10.C