From the moment I was born,
My mother's tongue was my guide.
With every word she spoke,
I learned from her side.
Her voice was soft but strong,
As she taught me to communicate.
She spoke of love and warmth,
And how to navigate hate.
In my mother's tongue I found,
A world of stories and songs.
Of wisdom passed down through ages,
And of pride that still belongs.
So I treasure my mother's tongue,
For it is a gift so divine.
A language that connects me,
To my heritage and time.
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