You can wet your book

and dry it up in the sun.

You can finish your pen

and still borrow another.

You can damage your phone

and buy a new one.

But you can’t lost Mama

And get another

She have endured beyond

You can imagine

She have fought the

Men’s battle and won.

Behind her smiles lie

Unbearable pains.

And in her heart lies

the prints of hard work

Mama, you can’t be compare to any.

Mama, you are forever priceless.

Mama, you are our permanent blessing.

God finally felt complete, when he created Mama.