Tree

Mother ! a word we utter lakhs of times in childhood. It is so dear to us.you are the first teacher .you teach us to crawl and stand as a kid.when we cry you wipe our tears.you bring us to the world .Groom us amidst good and trying times.you laugh when we succeed and weep when we get failures. Who can encourage like you.you are the living God on earth.you feed us the best and then take what is left.your deeds are forgotten as we get into married life .still your heart pain for us.you hold our hands in childhood and take the bag on hand or head on way to school.oh mom we miss you so much.