It is she who gave me birth,
It is she who feed me first.
It is she who shared her toys,
It is she who cares my high n’ low voice.
It is she who searches my face among many,
It is she for whom my feelings matters than any.
It will she who will be known in my name,
It will she in whom that love for me will never end.
It will she for whom I will buy those cute little frocks,
It will she with whose footsteps that tiny toddler’s cycle will rock.
It is she without whom he is incomplete
Without her even God said “he is not complete…”