A Tribute Poem by Manthra Hariharan

when I was born,
there was a soul beside me,
it was my mother.....

when I was older she taught
me, who I am
when I was 20, ..
she became old but,
still young in my heart.

when she was sick,
she bore the pain
for me.

but when she was,
at her last breath
I wasn't there beside her
yet....
she smiled for the last time.

now, when I cry I remember her,
for she was,
the only soul to console..

After all I am too late for something...
a thing very important....
someone important...........