To make me feel alls well,
There is not a worry in this world
That cannot be put to rest.
A heart so kind, a hand that helps
Heedless of night or day,
Eyes that well to woes of else
Her own she brushes aside.
Buds she nurtured to tender blooms
By showering them with her love,
Owe their entire being and happiness
To an upbringing that's compassionate
to all.
Fostering the frail though not in prime
herself
Her dedication undeterred,
She tends to her garden of
efflorescence
With the patience of a saint.
I wish I had it in me
Only if half her strength,
It would help me be a better personage
One that I can be proud of with a clean
conscience.P.S: A vain part of me wishes I had an iota of her looks. Wouldn't have hurt to be a tad pretty! :)
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