In honor of Mother’s Day, here is a composition for my mother:
When they cried, she comforted them in her arms.
When it was cold outside, her hugs kept them warm.
When they learned how to walk, she was there by their side.
When they learned to reason, she taught them wrong from right.
When they learned to write, she helped them hold their pens.
When they learned to count, she counted to ten with them.
When they first went to school, she walked and held their hands.
In everything they do, she was their biggest fan.
When they were rejected, she was always their friend.
When they experienced happiness, her joy for them was greater than.
When they went to college, she called them everyday.
When they fell and crumbled, she believed in them in every way.
She loves them dearly and more than life itself;
they always came before everything, even before herself.
And her love for them will persist until summer gives way to spring
because she is their mother and they are her everything.