My Mother
© Swisha khadka
I am Swisha Khadka. I study in class 6 but I wrote this poem when I was in class 5.I wrote this poem because I missed my mother who is in Australia.
Who gave me birth, on this Earth,
And love me most,
And kept in her heart?
My Mother
Who hugged me tight,
And reminded not to fight,
And care about my height?
My Mother
Who fulfilled my wishes,
And gave good, good kisses,
And fed me nice, nice dishes?
My Mother
Who prayed to god for me everyday,
And taught me how to play,
And taught me how to make scarecrow out of hay?
My Mother
Who taught me how to eat food,
And told the story of little red riding hood,
And taught me the things that are only good?
My mother
Who played with me when I was board,
And taught me good, good word,
And believes that I would be protected by the God?
My Mother
Who gave me everything the best,
And fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest?
My Mother
Who is the best of all,
And use to make nice, nice doll,
And taught me how to play the ball?
My Mother
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