47 Mother Poem by Athul KrishnaA

External care she gave you, When a child you were
Every wrong you did, scolding you to get better
Every prank you didon her, she forgave
And loved you so much that she
Die, would she for you
And before that
Ten moths in her womb, she cared for you
And more than imagination was her love
You forgot her, when grown up
Friends more percious, became to you
Friends left you, when you were fired
But she didn't,
And another job she found for you
No value, still you gave her
She found a girl for you
But a girl you had already found yourself
Disagree, she didn't
Left you did your wife
But she didn't
She always stayed with you
And cared you
Then one day died she
Then only you realised
The true value of that great soul.

MOTHER IS MOST LOVING TO A CHILD