One hell of a woman my mother is.
Obviously, hell of positive attributes.
Armed with nothing but the fear of the lord,
She brought up six offspring
And well, she brought them up, tough and good.
Our degrees are naught to her vast wisdom.
She walked the talk for all the things that matter.
In her school, we learnt right and wrong, love and hope.
Hard work kills no man, she says.
Above all else, to trust in the lord.
Luck had favoured me to be borne of her.
To me, her value rises each passing day.
Though richly blessed, I have two more wishes;
That, I may be half as good
And that she is there always for me.
Hmâr Thu Ro Bâwm.
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