I do not think there will be a special day for my precious poor Mom! <br />Because you are always with me in my hard times, <br />I search you now as I am in a strange place. <br />Still you peep like a sad song in my gloomy dreams. <br />I would be ready at any time to reach if you guide me your domicile <br />Mom! I am sorry as I have some withered flowers with me, <br />What I have earned in my whole career is that all for gratitude? <br /> <br />* I dedicate this poem to my deceased loving mother Esme you are everything for me.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-want-to-write-something-before-mother-s-day/
