FAIRY GODMOTHER

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THEME: My Mother, You Mean The World To Me

NAME: Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

FROM: Singapore

TITLE: FAIRY GODMOTHER

M-Millions of stars sparkle in my eyes when I see your face

Y- You are my sun, my sunshine and all it's radiant rays

M-Myriad of emotions sweep away my heart

O-O mother-o'mine you're always on my mind although oceans apart…

T-Tantrums and tempers of mine you have tolerated without a frown

H-Heartstrings of mine are tugged when I see you've aged, silver tresses now your crown!

E-Ephemeral may be your outer beauty but your radiance shines from a heart full of love

R-Reminiscing my childhood days gives me a frisson of joy come rain or hail from above…

Y-Yesteryears of halcyon days make me nostalgic

O-Once upon a time the serene life was so fun and fantastic...

U- Under the pearly moon and twinkling stars you told me stories of kings and princes majestic!

M-Mellifluous were your songs, mischievous were your eyes...

E-Evergreen was your enthusiasm, and so delectable your cakes and pumpkin pies!

A-Awaiting the day to come home to you

N-Neverending is my impatience…you've no clue!

T-Twilight ushers in fond memories of long walks and heart-to-heart talks

H-Harmonious were our eventide full of banter and playful glories

E-Everlasting is the love I have for you, your gentle fingers caress away my worries

W-Wizard you were with friends and family, magic you wove with your honesty and devotion

O-Over the rainbow and star-spangled heavens, is the mystical land of unicorns you told me with conviction!

R-Resplendent are the memorabilia I hold dear and cherish

L-Lustrous are the photo albums they hold a treasure in perpetual flourish

D-Dreary days turn into sunny summers and spring, when your voice lilting a cheer brings.

T-Triumphant I feel with your Midas touch

O-"Of course you can do it, go for it" you would vouch!

M-Magic wands and fairy dust you had in your cache

E-Even today I want to believe you were my fairy godmother from a fairytale land!

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