You are more to me
a child than a mother.
You are like a baby.
I am the bud and you are my budder.
You provide me with all
that you possess
like nature tends to our needs—big and small—
which leads to my growth and progress.
I can’t provide you
with all these material possessions at this time.
You are my child.
You are the the sublime.
O mother, as they say,
you are a gift sent from heaven above.
You nurture in the best possible way.
You are an epitome of love.