Mom and dad

Mom and dad

It was just not my birthday’s crumpled gift paper,

For each crease unfolded love and warmth.

From two irreplaceable people,

Who are the reason of my existence.

Always there when called upon,

With a smile and a tender heart,

I love you my parents very much and always,

For you are the most precious that I got.

Noor Reflection

@rinateacup

Www.Reflectionsinateacup.com

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Published by Reflections in a teacup by Noor Reflection

A seeker, a learner, a professional, a reader, a cook, a teacher, a poet, a writer, a blogger, and above all a curious soul who likes to seek opportunity to learn. Self published author of a poetry book A Purple Handbag. Social media activist for various human rights issues.