When birds wake up the sun with melodies, mom is up singing David’s psalms; 
When workers troop out drooling, mom packs us to school with books and food; 
When gates of schools close for the day, mom opens the door to our evening mood; 
When sleep shuts our eyes with her nightly kiss, mom has chores still at her palms;
                
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Thank you so much Dr. Swamidhason Francis for this beautiful poem. I love it! Indeed the job of a mother is a 24/7 duty.. no days off.. no resignation nor retirement.. but no regrets. It is salaried the highest because it is paid with pure love..