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She

Remembered when you cried
She was there to hold you tight
And cry along with you
Remembered when you fell
Her hands always came to lift you up
Remembered when you panic
She slowly whispers in your ear
"Everything gonna be alright, sweety"
Remembered when you were hungry
Without even saying a single word
She feeds you with her hand
Remembered
Her sleepless nights
When you were suffering from fever?
Nope, we don't remember
Coz
When she cries
We just ask her to stop "her melodrama"
When she falls
We just think she is strong enough
To get up
When she panics
We don't care to stay and hold her hands
When she is hungry
No-one knows and we think
She can take care of herself

We always forget HER
HER definition is not defined in any book
Just a word ~ MOM
Whose love is something
Can't be written
Whose thought
Can't be forgotten
But whose value
Is always hidden



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