The warmth of her hug, the care in her hands.
The encouragement of her words, the energy of her love.
The trueness of her feelings, the admiration of her patience.
A rose does not bloom without water.
A fruit does not grow without air.
A seed does not sprout without soil.
A mother’s love is the sunlight to the sunflower standing tall in the field.
The nourishment to blossom and shine every day.
Thank you Mom, You allowed me to prosper.
– Anamika Samantaray