57 years ago
Was an angel born with no ego
Being the epitome of perfection
Food is her last temptation
Mil is she not but a true mother
Which can be denied by none other
Encourages me while driving
While her inner soul keeps praying
Best mistress is she to any maid
Always ready to meet their aid
Carrys the patience of the entire world
With actions never being hurled
Curls in her lock are perfect
As the halo around her tries to reflect
Her sweet laughter reminds me of a baby
Being so perfect and graceful lady
Assets to her are immaterial
She being the queen of home-managerial
As we wish her the best of health
The respect she commands is her wealth
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