Happy Birthday to my Dearest Mummy
Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.
She's not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Her love is like the light of our life,
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.
Thank you, Mom, for making us
Happy, well, and good.
All we are depends on you:
Your hands for shaping us,
Opening and waking us.
I Love You Mummy... Missing you so much...
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