Amma (mother)

For her, life is people,
In her priorities
She
comes last

Her heart does the thinking,
She feels for all,
Her own feelings
come last

Her memories are us
Her messages, sometime remind us to remember
Her ownself??
she forgets fast

She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake
Each one’s likings comes first
Her aches
comes last

She is our identity
She is Amma
Happy birthday Amma
have a blast

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