Invisible. Real.

The hand that rocks the cradle,
Not only rules the world,
But also makes sure that
The little things in our world is managed.

The blanket covered over us after waking up;
The laundry folded nicely that seemed impossible;
The clean bedroom that we come back to;
The simple breakfast before going to school;
The little things in our world.

Yet,

We still forget,
Taking for granted,
Neglect,
Ignore,
These minute efforts by our mother
That are invisible.

Take this time,
Spend it with your mother,
Honour them,
Treat them like a queen,
Because she deserves it,
And God sees.

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers. What are the little things that you do for your children that they always forget to thank you about? Comment down below! Thank you.

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