He suddenly said, “Mumma, look;
That girl’s face is so bright, just like you.”
He was looking at me with quiet awe.
No tanning seen; noticed no flaw.
To him, I am magic, soft and so bright.
This morning sun, his guiding light.
I don't know for how long he will feel this way;
But that’s the extreme happiness, I must say.
“Mumma, you know anything,” when he speaks,
And kisses on my both the cheeks.
No mirror shows what his little eyes do;
He sees a queen in messy clothes & filthy shoes.
Long ago, I forgot I can be special, whim.
The eyes; wide and true; I see my best in him.
I was never a flower fan,
But since he brings me that, wherever found,
I feel like a queen; newly crowned.
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