Unconditional love for my children
This is what makes me a mom
I have flaws and faults
The list goes on and on
A good cook, Nay! Not me
I do clutter things
Many a times, I lose my composure
And express what I should not
My wit is bizarre
I can’t entertain you
With a game, dance or song
Idle I prove to be
Angry I get not always
But when things go wrong
Then I want you to learn
From slipups you make though not many
Perfect I surely am not
With all the failings and idiocies
You like or not
Still will always be your Mom
