I couldn’t remember my first cry;
I couldn’t remember my first smile,
But I bet my first cry made you grin;
Though you were in immense pain.
And my first smile made you cry,
Though you were in eternal joy.
I cherished the warmth of your womb.
For that, I owe the warmth in your palm.
You proffered me your heartbeat,
With that my heart is pounding now.
You bestowed me your blood and heat,
For which mine is in an endless flow.
You gave me your happiness,
For which I am alive with my soul.
The one who not envy my delight,
You who is the cure to my plight.
In my sky, you are the only brightest star;
I love you, Mom, for what you are!
My lovely aged divine dove,
Know that you are my first love.
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