The moment she knows
she has conceived,
Her hands clasp in
prayer
Hoping that you’ll be a
healthy child
She prays all night and
day.
A few months pass
And she is all aglow
Everyone who meets her
declares
That they can see the
happiness flow
Nine months later
A beautiful baby is
born
The mother’s face is
astonishingly radiant
But also tired and worn
She carries you gently
In her warm, protective arms
Cradling your tiny head
In her soft, fragrant
palms
She caresses you gently
And nourishes you with
care
And proudly tells
everyone
About your lovely,
curly hair.
She massages you with
love
To get strength into
your bones
And buys fancy stuff
and toys for you
Even if she has to take
loans
Ma-ma, the first word
you utter
Sends a thrill of joy
through her soul
To make you take your
first steady step
Is then her objective
and goal
She sees you growing
day-by-day
Before her very eyes
And if she sees you
hurt by someone
In her heart, she weeps
and cries
Her life and energy revolve
around you
When, with high fever
you are sick
She’ll stay by your
bedside
Unaware of the passing
hours that tick
In a few years, you’re
off to school
She eagerly waits to
hear your stories
And when she meets her
friends
All they hear is your
praise and glories
Finally you are in high
school
A rebellious adolescent
at that
She finds her angel
turning into
A roguish, mischievous
brat
Now, getting bad grades
is common for you
And so are the
scoldings from your father
But the one who has
mercy and saves you each time
Is your adorable, sweet
mother.
In college now, you’re
almost independent
She hopes you won’t go
off-track
And if she hears of any
of your misdeeds
She tries her best to
get you back
College life over, you
soon get a job
You are your own responsibility
But you are always
welcome on her lap
That’s her wonderful,
special ability
When you have your bad
days at work
And you’re all
depressed and sad
You can always share
your troubles with her
Of her presence, you
should be glad
On in life, you meet a
wonderful person
The perfect partner,
you know
Sadly, your mother
feels in her heart
That it’s time to let
you go.
Then you have a family
of your own
To care for and look
after
Busy with parties and
merriment
Your days are filled
with laughter
Your dear, sweet mother
Is now becoming frail
and old
And when she doesn’t
understand things easily
You just shout at her
and scold
But she doesn’t say
anything
You won’t even hear an
utter
Silently at her own
pace
From your life, she
clears up all the clutter
You get mad at her for
being slow
And not understanding
the things you say
She patiently tries to
explain to you
That you’ll be in her
place some day
So be understanding,
kind and gentle
Never ever call her a
bother
And respect her for all
that she is
Coz she has the
beautiful heart of a mother.
