A Poem I Read

I read a poem from an old magazine, malay magazine, u probably nver even heard of it b4: Kuntum... It reli tched me, ya no tt? Read it, n u may regret wat u hd done 2 ur mother b4 u read dis...

M is for the million things she had done for me,
But never will I know or ever see.
O is for overtime she spends looking after me,
Never asking for payment yet working like a bee.
T is for the tears she sheds alone at night,
When I am disobedient and naughty outright.
H is for the heart that is so tender and good,
Ever ready to give and forgive as much as she could.
E is for the eternal debt of gratitude to her I owe,
The bigger the debt the older I grow.
R is for the right things she teaches me to say,
Whether at home, in school or at play.
Put them all together and they spell 'MOTHER',
The woman whom I will never exchange for another.

U like it? Well, I did...