I love it when I manage to make you laugh
I love it when my kerchief is so neatly ironed
I love how my lunch is packed in tiny little boxes
I love the fact that my petrol tank refills itself over the weekend
I love my clothes which smells like garden blossom
I love how you tuck my into my bed
I love how you sit by my bed and entertain my "5 mins more sleep" issues
I love your warm look which feels like a bottle of hope gushed down the throat
I love how you put ME before everything else
I love how you cheer me up and fill my cup
I love how you show me to serve, to accomplish, to persevere
You are my cushion when I fall
Your inexhaustible love, Amma and Nanna
And I thank you for all of it.
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