A Sonnet To My Mother Poem by A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
A Sonnet To My Mother
My mother has been eleven mothers
And a hundred grandmothers
She's never noticed her getting gray
For, her eyes have been after kids all days.
Now she is sonless and daughterless
Yes, true mothers never have sons
Daughters neither, but children,
Only, children and their concerns.
Mothers and rivers are same
They never keep away from flowing
From the first dropp to the flooded union
Constantly they keep things under covering
Gods respect all bearing moms
For, Gods and Moms do the same.
dear Jayaprakash.. I am word less to charactersketch...portray..my mother.. I see the divine..intimacy.... in your..narration.. great read... if time permits...please browse thru few of my jottings... regards.. sivan
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'Mothers and rivers are same They never keep away from flowing' Rachel Ann Butler