{Something}- A Poem

{Something}

There is something about the way she moves, the way she speaks, the way she writes,

There is something about how she makes mistakes, how she loves, how she pains,

There is something about the way she takes, gives, and she does,

There is something about her, her name, her smile that no one can replace.

She’s my mom. ❤

No words can express how much my mother means to me. If you’re reading this right now, Mom, I want you to know that you are special. You are cared for. Loved. Even if it doesn’t always feel that way.

Happy Early Karvachauth ❤ Best of luck with all your fasting for Dad.

 

To all my readers, make sure that even though you may not be Indian, you always respect your mom and count your blessings. Without her, you may not even have been born.

P.S. I have entered the CPC challenge with Mirra! Check out her post here. This was actually something I was going to do on my blog, excluding the contest part. What a beautiful coincidence.