Some learned folks have their standards

On how love should be expressed in a home

Sparing the rod, with gentle correction;

Regular appraisals and no condemnation,

The child’s right is being enforced.

The right to her opinions, the right to choose,

And even the right to say, ‘I need a break!’

Any home where these are not practiced

Is considered lacking love and freedom

As much as I would have loved to be nurtured in such an environment

Yet, I do cherish my Mother’s Love

Raised with the rod always on my back

To correct my mistakes and direct my actions

Though the words ‘I love you’ is scarce

But in her own way she spoke them daily

By waking up at dawn to make me breakfast,

Holding my hand to school,

And standing up for me when I’m in trouble; among others,

All show how much my Mother’s Love is the best!