On my cozy cushion, I had fallen asleep
She held me in her arms and kissed on my cheek
Off to school and college she accompanied me
Though I used to frown for not letting me free
And now several miles away here I am
But each moment I miss her bread jam
Everytime Whenever I fell her  finger I caught
But always rising up in life was thing she taught
She’s my life, my soul, my friend so dear
Throughout my life she is always near
All what I am and hope to be
I shall always owe it to my angel mommy
– Natasha Tungare