There is a lady in my heart,
Who took care of me from the start.
She not only taught me how to talk,
But also taught me how to walk.
Her face is like the face of God,
Who can never be a fraud.
Her love lies till the end of the skies,
For me she is truly nice.
Her love is so strong-that she can come a storm,
She is none, other than my loving mom.
(This poem is to my Mother whom I lost)