The day I was born, I cried, she was all my smiles. Oblivious to all things around I suckled, Though in pain, she chuckled . Lying tucked in her arms , twice did I puke. She cleaned up all ,sans rebuke; And still though I throw around whims(read stings) at times , her hugs do it all, need no calming rhymes. That snuggle,that warmth, that hand of care and there's no other, so they be my lair forever-my mother!