Life show me wonder of hues,
As it acquaintance with different conduct,
There is a mixture of fun and sorrow which hang around,
And all side I move but I don’t find a true bond.
But, I know one person do exist,
Whose love I get with every call,
She is my sweet mother,
She’s been supportive all life,
She is my best friend and healer,
I m rewarded with her presence,
Who never enable me to think, I m unaided.
In my tender age, I did fight with her for things,
And now that same fight has surfaced a strong bond,
So I still hold that belief that she pours her love always on me,
And she stands by, to carve perfection on me,
And instruct to lead a correct life.
Still, I m a tender girl in her eyes,
And I m always blessed with a nice yell,
But that yelling is soothing to me,
As there is an adjoining feel,
That she always string tight on all my loose ends.
beautiful tribute to yr mother.....nicely written.... liked it
Simple, pure and beautiful... Take care of your Mother always as she has always taken care of you... God bless you
We remain always kids in the lap of mother. So nicely penned. But the structure could have been a little bit honed. Yet it sounds great. sathya narayana
that adjoining feel you have is a good one richa! that will indeed keep you going far and safe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
trust me...your mom is all you got.