A Juggler

Juggling many a role, of ,

Teacher, mentor, provider, care taker,she hardly scoffs,

Lawyer, doctor, nurse, is there a post,

She doesn’t host?

The day holding for the first time, she herself,turns,

From a girl to a woman, it’s only love she always churns,

She beholds us in amazement,

Tracks our every step with a smile, that’s her mark of contentment.

He couldn’t be there everywhere,

He created mini-me, hoping we are lost nowhere,

Blinded by our love, she sacrifices her self,

Mum, I don’t know where I’d be lost today, without all your help.


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