Motherly love poems are self-created.

Mom and mom are bricks, building the castle I rely on; Mother is a fire, igniting my fiery chest; Mom is the wind, blowing away my depressed expression; Mother is medicine to soothe my lost heart; In the dark, mother is a bright lamp; In the desolate desert, mother is dew; In the confused grassland, mother is the road sign; In the cold winter, mother is the warm sun; Mom, like a scalper, has worked hard for us all her life from the past to the future.