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To make you smile




I have no words to express what I feel
and whatever I may say
will never be able to truly define 
profound influence of thine in life of mine.

The pain you bore when I was born,
and how difficult a child to raise I was,
the lullabies you sung, and lesson you taught
the stories you told are still fresh in my thoughts.

I never really got your scoldings though,
at times I believed you asked much.
and now when i look back , i realize your stress,
thankfully you were there and sorry i was a mess.

You kept faith on me when i had lost my own,
It was your trust that helped me out perform.
You held me before my every fall,
It gave me strength to fly after all.

How can I forget those dreams we saw,
Every single passing day I wonder how
I can make up for all you have done, and I have know for a while
that i can't, All I can do is make you smile.


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