Mother
Nikita Bankar
5/14/20201 min read


She brought me in to this beautiful world,
And gave me this life,
A mom is not all that defines her,
She is also a sister, and a wife.
She held my hand and led the way,
Through all the ups and downs,
And when I fell down she picked me up,
Wiped my tears and my frown.
She makes me happy every time,
She chooses wears a smile,
Because I fear that when she is feeling down,
It may last a while.
Her talent radiates off of her,
As she dances and sings with grace,
I slowly followed her footsteps,
And learned at my own pace.
Her beauty is unsurpassed,
Long luscious waves of the night time sky,
The color rose fills her lips and cheeks,
She is perfect in my eyes.
Mom, I just want to thank you,
For the love you hold for me,
As your first born daughter,
I am lucky you are the mother I see.
