She picks those delicate threads
Weaving them intricately ,she embeds
Onto them those sparkling pearls and lace
Giving her work a beautiful face.
She sweats for it all night and day
With injured fingers to portray
The masterpiece for which she strives
The vibrant fabric of your life.
Her heart bleeds every time it tears
Every new day her eyes are filled with fears
With trembling hands full of pain
She protects her art from becoming vain.
She sacrifices alot to create an art
Playing skillfully various parts
Of tailor , painter and designer
She creates your life 'cause she is your mother.