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I Do Call Her

I do call her a sunny bear,
Like any of those little Gummi bear.
Her laughter would have be crystal clear,
By simple happiness would have cheer her dear.

I do call her a fierce tiger,
Howl as if she is the jungle ruler.
Sometimes you may just request for a differ,
By her fangs noted it isn't the time to mess deeper.

I do call her a shy anteater,
Or rather a puppy with helpless tear.
There are times she do silently utter,
By the miserable, sadness or perhaps fear.

I do call her a protective deer,
Shelter the little one under her strong antler.
You do call her grumpy and nag like an older,
By means she simply wanted to protect you longer.

I do call her my mother,
Utmost the one and only my mommy dear.
With all the emotion and flaws she do appear,
By facts it is the best that I couldn't be ask further.

PS :- I would said it is a belated Mother's Day gift. It would have been best to appear yesterday or even a day before, however my inspiration was never in sync especially when i needed it the most. ;-P However, the meaning it carries served utmost. After all for me, when it comes to mom, everyday can be mother's day.

Meanwhile, for the seek of the presentation flow,still I'm here to wish everyone on earth a rather happy belated Mother's day.

Cheers!

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