A poem about a mother's hand or a mother's arm was well written and adopted.

Motherly love is like a vast ocean? I am a free fish? Living in mom's arms? Mom's love? Like a high and steep mountain? And I am the dense grove on that mountain? My mother takes care of my growth? Mom's love? Like a warm quilt? I'm a cute little doll? When I'm cold? She gave me warmth? Mom's love? Like a dripping spring rain? I am a green seedling? Moisten Vivi's heart? What is maternal love? So what? What am I trying to say? Mom's love is selfless? Is it touching? You don't need anything in return Is the greatest