I grow up with you, You grow up within me.
I see you in me, You see everything through me.
I sometimes feel your touch, But you keep touching me.
Going through from the tender feeling of motherhood,
Sailing into the ocean of mixed emotions; all fine, some dire,
Talking to you about everything gives me immense pleasure.
To keep a track record of your movements is not easy,
To discontinue thinking about your well being is far tricky,
To foresee memorable moments with you is more and more cheery.