My mother

When times of glory were dead and gone

And days of perilous challenges were on,

Who stood by me from night to morn

And never had me toil in the scorching sun?

Who advised me and paid my fees

And saw that I never relented in duties?

Who cautioned me to void heinous sins

And have me practice no irregularities?

Who reminded me always to pray

And regularly saw me out to play?

Who cautioned my tongue when I had a say?

My Mother!

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