As my tears roll down the cheeks,
and the fear of losing myself scares me in my dreams,
the world seems on the other side of the river bank,
and my soul stands alone and blank.
And suddenly, someone holds my hand.
I can feel the soft fingers
and a ring on one.
I hear the voice,
telling me to be strong.
The voice gives the strength.
I realised, the happiness, is no where better.
It always been with my mother.
And right they say,
that God can't be everywhere with us.
And thats the reason,
why Mother stays right beside us.
Such a beautiful poem on the true meaning of what a mother is. Always there. To comfort, to hold, to built up, to stand beside until the day she no longer can. An amazing poem on Mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the best poems I have read on Mother.