Who sat and watched my infant Head,
Even when I outgrew my cradle Bed
Enough cries of frustration Shed
Enough challenges; yet you forged Ahead

****
No Six-packs like Ronaldo,
You’ve got more balls like a man-Macho.
My Gold;
For raising me this far; Bravo!!

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I’ve always wanted to write you a Piece;
But finding the right word beats Me.
And then I Reasoned;
No words describes Thee;
Except I translate Gold in Hindi.
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All I can do is thank God
For making my Gold, my Joy
Though things went Wrong;
But you stood Strong;
You walked Tall.
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So finally putting this Down,
Without sounding like a Clown;
I proclaim you the best mama Around;
As I take a Bow!!!
******

Happy birthday to my mama…..Kennysmart. I’d still get you your condo with a Prado…winks!!! June 9


www.realyans./2015/06/08/my-gold/

U'r jst too awesome..i luv dis poem...*winks

waxyung:
U'r jst too awesome..i luv dis poem...*winks

thanks bro