The Woman Who Is My Woman Of The Day Poem by lalitha iyer

she taught me love
simple, innocent and pure
she taught me how to be kind
to birds, squirrels and street dogs
she taught me how to draw
simple kinter garden things amazing
she taught me sing
to enjoy your own voice sweet
she taught me songs
to feel divinity at the tip of your throbs
she taught me to voice my voice
and feel the expression of infinite
float through the air around humming and bright
she taught me draw, I said,
forgot to finish it, thus she took me ahead
from creator's start to end
first from simple sketches
and last to full flowing peacocks
first from Darvin's single celled
to find drawing and painting and sketches
in clouds, sky, earth, land, water and empty airs too at last
first she taught how to draw with pencil and paper
then I learnt that drawings do not need the two
you can draw with your heart
in others heart, the art of love, which is eternal
of all the beautiful drawings in the world
let it be Da Vinci's or Van gogh's or my dear Ravi Varma's
the most carved out and most beautiful drawing
is the one carved in a heart by another heart
with the paint of love and pencil of feeling
So my mother, she is my woman of this day
and ages to come and eternallY i am in love with her
MY MOTHER AND FOR THAT SAKE YOUR MOTHER,
MOTHERS, OF ALL BEINGS, ARE MY WOMEN OF THE DAY.