125. Mother's Day
Toiling away at work,
just so that we could have something to eat,
I firmly believe that
heaven lies beneath your feet.
Supporting us through the ups and downs
of life like a crutch,
Every place you go flourishes
with your midas touch.
Your selflessness I have only
seen in a few,
And if I have reached anywhere in life,
it's all because of you.
Forever grateful and indebted for
everything you have done,
and there isn't a greater honor in
this world, than being your son.
-Rithin.
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