Mother watched me with all smiles as I slept in my cradle.
She held my hands as I took my first baby steps.
Only her presence gave me confidence to match on.
Her embrace, which I eagerly craved for comfort in her arms, was like gold.
Mother was my first love, the best in my company
She satisfied my needs so that I did not lack or covet
She defended me with all she had, sparing no stone unturned
My pride was in her presence always surrounding me
Life began to draw a line between us
I began to have more friends and colleagues
Mother made certain I threaded the path of the just
She would scold me when I wronged and hug me after
Mother was a mystery to me, for she loved and yet, she scolded
I looked forward to independence, to have a feel of life
I was determined to make her proud of what I would become
Just a little more time Mother, you will be proud of me
My intent was to pile up more wealth to show how made I was
I had come home only to be met with emptiness
Hades had snatched her before I could prove myself
My regret was not loving her with the little I had
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