Mother’s Day (In Uk) Poem by Nirode Ray

The day he was born, and rolled his eyes
the minute he gifted you his first cry
you wept in joy and spell.
He flourished inside your womb
in your flesh, blood and marrow.
The doctor severed the cord
but it was too late to separate
he already became the part of you.

Now he can walk, and talk.
Your eyes spark when you see him
tumble and dance.
He aches on a small cut
you worry much and stick a Band- Aid
and his pain melts as you kiss on his head.

Time flows with water of the Thames.
He will grow hunk, lead a life of his own.
While sailing with his friends
he gets awed by Scottish sky and its brilliance
and remembers your face, on a sudden.
He drops you words and pictures.
Feeling your son is not home away
it makes your day, you tear in happiness.

He will step into a new life
it may not be innocent and naive
but your love will cloak him
from evils he might face.
If the world turns back on him
(God forbids)
the roses delay to bloom
even his golden gal forks apart
he will sure have your lap,
tender and warm, to comfort.

Today! is it another day?
The mail man may deliver mail.
The bell rings in the corner chapel.
Your son indulges you a cup of English tea
and a slice of coffee cake.
He smiles divine and greets the early sun
to ray blissful on you, just to blazon,
today is the mother’s day.
And this special day solely belongs to you.