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From happy sleep to the wet pillow everything she understands,

From all the bad days to the worst, she supported me expanding her hands.

Those hidden wounds,heartbreaks and scars,
I never told her any but she knows and cares.

She has trust in me and acknowledge my dreams,
I'm a gem to her, she believes,one day I will shine and gleam.

Love for me runs in her vein,
I make many mistakes but she forgives me again and again.

Teaching me how to walk to teaching her how WhatsApp works,we complete each other,
She helped me to be what I'm today and always pushed me to be better..

All the kindness, positivity and affection I show,
It's not me actually but her shadow.

Millions of words came into my mind when I took the pen to express,
Still I got stucked to scribble for the Queen, who treats me as a Princess..

Happy Mother's day

By
Monira Rahman
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