Ammumma, kunjamma, chechi, each one of these women have claim,
To the tiny human beings at home,
These ladies feel like home,
Disagreements are aplenty,
But they're the voice of reason in your head, way before you're twenty,
So all your thoughts, however old or new,
They dinned into you, way before you flew,
Out of your cosy nest,
They only want what's best,
For you and the tiny humans you made,
They played,
An active role in making you a great mom too,
How else did you manage to put two and two,
When bones were crushed,
And a tiny human you flushed,
Mothers, they know only how to love,
Their warmth and affection, snug as a glove.
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