I look for mothers touch,
when you are with me,
watching smile of your mom,
when you assure me.
I know I cannot replace,
mom’s hug so assuring,
when you used to return,
from school in the evening.
In all good and bad times,
I will be always with you,
enabling to go forward,
showing the good path due.
Your mother had built,
a nest,so cosy,where you grew,
Now you have learnt to fly,
she would have been sure proud of you,
Pen and paper 