If On The Morrow I Am Not There Poem by Jaishree Nair

My dear son, if on the morrow I am not there
and you must steer your ship across life's restless sea,
Remember—I shall be the North Star
guiding your way toward your dreams.

When worries come knocking at your door
Stand tall, strong, and bold.
and face the world with undaunted hope,
And let not despair stain your soul;

If tears should fall, let them flow
for even the strongest do sometimes bow.
Inhale deeply the fragrance of the present;
Exhale the stale burdens of the past.
And let the future be shaped by your deeds.

You may have felt the tremor of my emotions
but never the depth of love behind the outbursts.
Time may have woven its cocoon around you,
but let it not smother our bond of blood

Look for me in the morning light,
In the stars that shimmer through the night;
In the prayers softly whispered from above,
In the hands that bless with tenderness

Find joy in life's little things:
in the aroma of your favourite dishes,
in the snuggle of your soft comforter,
in the melody that stirs your heart,
in the smiles of your loved ones.

Treasure your family, and cherish your friends,
for they are the anchors through life's storms,
the gentle hands that steady your course!

My presence may no longer be seen,
but my blessings shall walk with you every day.
Wherever life may lead you to roam,
A mother's love shall shelter you from harm.
This is the pledge from a mother's soul:
Beyond sight, beyond time, beyond all knowing,

Remember this, my dear son,
If on the morrow I am not there.