Mothers
This moment brings back innumerable memories.
And, those years of childhood, rejuvenate,
Ever so loving, ever so beautiful, her love,
A precious gift, nature’s most pleasant present.
She was the hand, you learnt walking with,
She was the lap, you learnt sitting upright upon.
She was the happiness, you were showered with,
She was the motivation, you faced all the challenges with.
She was the kindness, that filled with you with compassion,
She was the strength, that instilled in you life’s passion.
She brought forth the virtues, the morals within,
She was the cornerstone of your success, victories.
And now, as time moves by, as she grows old,
She feels meek, before her kids, she once mould.
Hardly expecting anything, but a little care.
A little consideration, a little time to share.
There is a sadness within, a sense of guilt,
Of having never paid her back, with love.
What she made out of little kid today,
As, the heart fills with gratitude, for her.
