I remember mother staying up
all night when I was sick.
She held my hand, with tear filled eyes
on my first day of school.
Many nights mom was there to help
ease my heartaches and crushes.
Mother would make me strive for my goals,
she always said, 'Hold your head high! '
This isn't a stroll down memory lane
this is a thanks for your sacrifices for me.
I cannot repay you money wise, but
I can repay you with love and respect.
My hope is that my children admire me,
only half as much as I do you.
Mahfooz Ali
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-70/
