My dear Mother, the best,
What can one do for you the lest?
Than Mother there is no greater god,
Nor a better wish and dish lord.
Oh embodiment of virtue,
What do you pursue?
Never very rude,
Always there to stop a feud.
What you say is always true,
And what nice coffee you brew.
My brother and I know that you,
Are always there to stop anger spew.
In every way you are the best,
We hope we have done something at lest.
For nor do we want any guilt,
As all you do keeps us in debt’s hilt.
~Shashank G
