Write a poem about mother's love in the second volume of the second day of junior high school.

There will always be a song that will make you very moved and bring you happiness and inspiration. Perhaps it is a forceful March of the Volunteers, perhaps it is "My Motherland" full of patriotism, and what moved me most is a children's song "Only a mother is good in the world" that accompanied me when I grew up. Every time I hear this song, I will think of my mother who raised me with great pains. When I was growing up, my mother gave me too much selfless love.

Motherly love is gentle. Before going to primary school, I was in poor health and often had a fever. I remember one night, I suddenly had a fever again. My father worked the night shift and was not at home that day. My mother took my temperature and looked at her watch: 40℃, "Oh, my God!" " My mother jumped, quickly gave me antipyretic medicine, and then took me to the hospital for infusion. The doctor diagnosed pneumonia and needed to be hospitalized. My mother and colleagues worked shifts and stayed with me in the hospital for a whole week. For the first four days, I didn't have a fever and my mother didn't sleep. I was physically cooled by alcohol. Give me medicine and take my temperature. I am really exhausted. After my mother's meticulous care, my illness finally recovered, but look at my mother, the whole person is haggard and thin.

Motherly love is also severe. He is very strict with my study. One night, after school, I was doing my homework at my grandmother's house. I am very happy. I want to finish my homework quickly, and then I can go out to play with my brother for a while, so I didn't check dictation and scribbled new words. My mother came back from work for a check-up and asked me angrily, "Why is my homework so bad today?" . What did you say?/Sorry? "I corrected my homework carefully, thinking that this would do, but my mother tore up the dictation without hesitation and said angrily," Dictate it again! ""Grandma interceded for me: "Forget it this time, and I will be punished next time." Mom said, "No, he's in such a coma. Adults don't read or write carefully. I can't stand his faults. " I obediently let my mother dictate it again, with neat handwriting and no typos. My mother's anger subsided a little and called me to her and said, "I am strict with you for your own good." Learning is your own business, so you should be conscious. You have to understand this truth. " I nodded in shame.

Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. I am mom's baby. I am grateful to my mother for giving me so much love, which makes me feel so happy and lucky. She gave me life and made me live happily in this world. When I grow up, I will care for her with more love than she gave me! Repay her!