My Mother Was My First Country
My mother was my first country,The first place I ever lived.Her words, my national anthem,In her love, I thrived, I thrived.Her hugs, my boundaries wide,Her lessons, the laws I abide.In her eyes, I see my map,Her pride, my flag, unwrapped.She taught me the language of kind,Her patience, a passport to find.In her strength, my roots…