Mother

I have legs , but I use hers

She doesn’t charge, nor declares to use mine

I have hand but I use hers,she doesn’t refuse to obtain

I have tongue yet I use her,

Nevertheless ,She don’t say use yours

I Cry in the middle of the night she wake and fulfills my call

She don’t say shut up, yet she picks me up with smile, and rocks me to sleep

I get my food from her.S

he don’t Charge me a nickel, nor tells me get it from the supermarket

I sit, sleep, cry on her lap,She doesn’t say get off me Yet she hold me tide and makes me feel better.

She trains me and, I develop how to use them.

I BECOME INDEPENDENT .

Then I thank her by walking away from her when she is talking to me

Yet I thank her by talking back when she is talking to me

Yet I thank her refusing to not get what she want from the Grocery store

Yet I thank her by saying” its my check ” I earn it

Yet I thank her by saying.. I need to sleep when she needs me

Mother's love is something that no one can explain,It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it