For the times we laughed with them,
times we listened to their singing
busy kitchen, and dishes tinkling.
For helping with our schoolwork,
cutting our hair
no matter how scary it felt,
sewing our undies, and oh-so-good cooking,
it smelt.
For sharing our laughter,
feeling wonderful as we experience first love,
sharing secrets and appreciating
every little thing they’d insist we're deserving of.
For all their love and care,
we thank you, dear God!
as for every worry we encounter,
a woman, especially our mother,
would always be there.
