MY MOTHER

Whenever i find her tears rolling by
 I feel my pacemaker rusting by
 In her profound grief
 I try to console her by my smile
 She has given her all, so as i can shape in
 Now it's my turn to correspond her
 I am her beloved son
"Thou can't understand", she says to my dad
"It's between mother and son"
 What all mothers are made of
 surely not iron and steel
 Their love is like cotton, pure and soft
 Whilst, the protective shell is like platinum
 Hard and difficult to get in
 Oh all beloved sons
 Please take care of her
 Because it is impossible to make heaven twice
 But once you can surely reach, by silently touching her feet.