To all the people, their mom is dear,
I'm no exception, I want her near.
The bond that developed, in first few years,
Informs my relationships, its distinct stamp bears.
To most of the people, their mom is revered,
She is a towering figure, is almost feared.
I respect my mom, but she has taught me well,
When I stand up to her, her heart does swell.
To some of the people, their mom is a debt,
The promise you made, as a child has to be kept.
My mom has freed me, of all duties and obligation,
My caring for her, is not just because of the relation.
To me my mom, is divinity personified,
I'm anchored to her, but don't feel as if I'm tied.
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