9) HaPpY MoThEr'S dAys

RosNa, ShE iS My GrEatEsT SuPeRhEro 4 me...EveRyThinG ShE do 4 Me Such As..CaUsE wHo uSeD to hOld me ad clean me and clothe me..who used to feed me n always be with 


me..When 


i were sick 


stayed up all night.Holding me to tight..that's right no 


other..Our 


Mother , ROSNA..








Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.

the moment a child is born, the mother is also born.  She never existed before.  The woman existed, but the mother, never.  A mother is something absolutely new.