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Mama mia
I am a boy of fifteen,
Able to live on my own,
But still without my Mom
I feel sad and forlorn
I am far away from home,
But my mind still roams
In those streets where I was,
When I was as tiny as a gnome
My Mom is always good and helpful
Trying to make me successful
Helping me with all sorts of work
Trying hard to make me more than a clerk.
She may be a little short tempered
And sometimes really a bore.
I still remember the row she made
When I got in Maths, just four
Her calm, smiling face,
Hands full of grace
Can also become as hard as a mace
When I can't tie my own shoelace.
Even when I would be,
As big as it should be
I'll still remember my mother,
Better than any other.
Shiva, X A
Bangalore: Military School
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