Placing in the center, her favorite muffin,
she assorted her daughter’s tiffin.
Leaning beside her daughter with a merry grimace
her hands brushed her daughter’s innocent face.
To wake her up, she patted her in succession,
every pat, deluged with love and affection.
She dressed her daughter in a way,
she looked adorable like a night sky, just to say.
Garbed in a red checked skirt,
buckled over a white shirt,
she hosted a headband, glossy, red and bright
over her hair, parted from the right
Her black, polished shoes made her walk with ease
and shrouded her long socks, little short of her knees.
Feeding her a teaspoon of curd,
the mother dropped to school, her cute little bird.
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